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greenstormSonnet XLV (aka "Don't Go Far Off")
Don't go far from me, not even for a day, because it's -
because...I don't know how to say it: a day is long,
and I will be waiting for you, as in a station
when the trains are sleeping elsewhere.
Don't go for even an hour, because
in that hour the gout of insomnia will gather
and perhaps all the smoke that seeks a home
will come to murder my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never break on the shore,
Oh, may your eyelids never flutter in the void,
don't leave for even a minute, beloved,
Because in that minute you'll have gone so far
that I will wander all over the earth, asking
whether you'll return, or whether you'll leave me, dying.
Pablo Neruda
Don't go far from me, not even for a day, because it's -
because...I don't know how to say it: a day is long,
and I will be waiting for you, as in a station
when the trains are sleeping elsewhere.
Don't go for even an hour, because
in that hour the gout of insomnia will gather
and perhaps all the smoke that seeks a home
will come to murder my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never break on the shore,
Oh, may your eyelids never flutter in the void,
don't leave for even a minute, beloved,
Because in that minute you'll have gone so far
that I will wander all over the earth, asking
whether you'll return, or whether you'll leave me, dying.
Pablo Neruda
