When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can reach everything my love directs you to.
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair.
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
1 comment:
This is wonderful. I want this read at my funeral. I love Neruda, but have not come across this one before. Thanks for sharing.
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