I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
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The remember still there is like before For the love the heart feels everything like before Poetic expression on the love of rememberance was very ecstatic way// greatly penned
Lovely poem with marvelous imagery. One of a kind to be read again and again.
Wonderful imagery and imaginary. Beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda chosen as modern poem of the poem of the day.
A commendable poem with excellent allegory and appealing analogy
Remembrance! ! ! Musing along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I find that the recitations of poems must be done by a robot identity....the fluidity and rhythm of language that have been earned from the poet's creative spirit have been completely abused. Surely, you have the opportunity to find recitaters who reflect some linguistic and humanitarian talent to orally reproduce good poetry!
'Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing' reminds me a line of poem of Rabindranath Tagore which reads somewhat like this 'in the fiery evening I saw my doom in your eyes'
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house Towards which my deep longings migrated And my kisses fell, happy as embers. wonderful romance. tony