Poem of the Week, by Pablo Neruda

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Love Sonnet LXXXIX

- Pablo Neruda

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:

I want the light and 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 teach everything my love directs

you to,

so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,

so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

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For more information on Pablo Neruda, please click here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/pablo-neruda

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