Hello everyone, this is the poem I have chosen :
"
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
Well, now,
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
"
The author has used figurative language in the following ways:
Personification--
"wrinkled body of the log",
"my love feeds on your love"
"if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me",
climbs up to your lips to seek me",
"my roots will set off
to seek another land."
to seek another land."
The author chose to use personification
as it makes two seemingly impossible
objects/actions/etc. seem possible.
I like this poem , mainly because the use of
the language is different from some other
poems that I have read.It makes the meaning
of the poem seem obvious to those who do not
really understand poems( which includes me).
Some other poems just state very deep sentences
which makes it difficult to understand. Another
reason is that it does not include violence, or any
other inappropriate content in it, and has a very
"mellow" atmosphere. It expresses its meaning
in a very smooth way. Anyone would understand
the meaning of this poem. It does not give off any
hint of racism, sexism, or any other inappropriate
moral values.This is my reasons for liking the poem.
Credits
"If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda
By Chenyang
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