For Lisa
If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don't want my heritage of joy to die. Pablo Neruda
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don't want my heritage of joy to die. Pablo Neruda
6 comments:
Wow. That's deep. Nice flower too!
My deepest sympathies for this loss.
lovely tribute for a wicked-wonderful woman! wish i'd discovered lisa sooner... thanks for the connect.
Hugs.
i love you.
Beautiful tribute. Poignant.
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