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6 years ago

Your Laughter / by Pablo Neruda Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. © by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes (網絡留言:) For all those gushing about how their loved one recited this adorable poem to them, nice try. Neruda was a political activist, this poem is about the love between a man and his country, not a man and his woman... (維基百科:) Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto, better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda, was a Chilean poet-diplomat and politician.  Born: July 12, 1904, Parral, Chile Died: September 23, 1973, Santiago, Chile Full name: Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto Spouse: Matilde Urrutia (m. 1966–1973),  Delia del Carril (m. 1943–1966)

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