Recently a poem by Pablo Neruda touched my heart on so many levels- thoughts of love and loss… here is the poem in part.
“I don’t know, don’t tell me, you don’t know.
Nobody knows these things.
But bringing all my senses close
to the light of your skin, you disappear, you melt like the acid
aroma of a fruit and the heat of the road,
and the smell of corn being stripped,
the honeysuckle of the pure afternoon,
the names of the dusty earth,
the infinite perfume of our country:
magnolia and thicket, blood and flour,
the gallop of horses,
the village’s dusty moon,
ah from your skin everything comes back to my mouth,
comes back to my heart, comes back to my body,
and with with you I become again
the earth that you are:
you are deep spring in me:
in you I know again I am born.