And now you’re mine
This is a poem by Pablo Neruda, one of my favourite poets. Reading a poem of his is like entering someone else’s dream, or lying on your back, slowly drifting down a river while looking at the branches of the trees above. He speaks to a deep melancholy inside me. No-one else can write about loss the way he does.
And now you’re mine (Love Sonnet LXXXI)
Now, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, pain, and work, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go; we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, ever green, ever sun, ever moon.
Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
your eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,
while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.
