Monday, September 16, 2013

If You Forget Me


I was introduced to Pablo Neruda in an international literature class I took and today is the perfect day for a revisit. Enjoy.


If You Forget Me 
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.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
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.

Pablo Neruda

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Another Goodbye

It's hard to say goodbye, but the buildup is even worse.



Every day that passes is a tragedy. The days fly by faster than you thought possible and each milestone is a warning about the moment you wish you could avoid. Every new goodbye brings the past back to the surface. Old memories and scars of ties long severed seem closer than before. Sad songs become a comfort and every new memory is bittersweet.

I really hate goodbyes.

Bryce and Zion Trip

Sometimes wonderful things are so close to you that you can't really see them. Whether it be a wonderful friendship or a giant natural wonder, it's often easier to think about what you don't have. I have the bad habit of sitting around and dreaming of expensive vacations, but I never think of the places that are just a short drive away. The canyons in southern Utah are the perfect example of this. When a friend of mine mentioned driving down to see Bryce and Zion canyon, I couldn't say no.

And what a lovely trip it was.

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While we had originally intended to only stay for one night, I had a leak in my brake line and the holiday made it impossible to get the part we needed until Tuesday. Even though it was really stressful and quite expensive to be stuck in St. George, it was nice to have the extra day. The canyons are more impressive than I could ever explain and there's something moving about feeling so small in the face of such sheer enormity.

Now I just need to see the Grand Canyon. Road trip anyone?