living

Love Sonnet LXXXIX by Pablo Neruda

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea’s aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live
and you, whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel alone in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

Beautiful.  In my mind, this is what JJ wants for me.  This is why I Live Large, even though sometimes I don’t want to.

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One Response to living

  1. Yaya says:

    That is beautiful Jill. And I believe that IS what JJ wants for you. LIVE LARGE!

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