December poem

For my poem this month I chose one of my favorite love poems of all time.

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

Pablo Neruda was born during the expressionist period which was defined as an artistic and literary movement originating in Germany at the beginning of the 20th century, which sought to express emotions rather than to represent external reality: characterized by the use of symbolism and of exaggeration and distortion. I love the focus on emotion... I am somebody who isn't always ruled by logic. I often do things that are not logical.... as a quote lover I know of a quote that describes this...

"The head tells us what we are supposed to do while the heart tells us what we are going to do..." 

I do not know who the quote is by but I love it. I believe that we were created to rule with our hearts.... the heart gives us life and purpose and warmth.... although we may not be able to function without our heads we are still able to pulse and throb and exist. We can not exist without a heart, it is the individuals heart that makes them human, that makes them real, that makes them feel! 

Just like William Blake I encourage the destruction of the repressed individual, we all have something to say... whether it be out of love or anger or happiness there is something inside of us thriving to come out.... but the logos tells us to repress that. I believe that this cycle is detrimental to our worldly existence, I would connect it to Fahrenheit 451, where the destruction of wisdom is present.... oh the knowledge is there, the people inside the story seem to understand. But wisdom is destroyed.... people are still chained to the chair.

What I love is how it comments on how relationships  SHOULD be. How you should be able to get over a girl or a guy if you dont like them, but alas it isnt possible.... relationships dont work that way. But the poem to me is so beautiful in the way that it is written and in the way that it flows.