Nobel Prize in #Literature 1971, Pablo Neruda was appointed consul for Spanish emigration, residing in Paris, and shortly thereafter, consul general in Mexico, where he rewrote his Canto General of Chile, transforming it into an epic #poem about the entire South American continent, its nature, its people, and its historical destiny. Among his works from his later years are One Hundred Love Sonnets (1959), which includes poems dedicated to his wife Matilde Urrutia, Memorial de Isla Negra, a poetic work of autobiographical character in five volumes, published on the occasion of his sixtieth birthday, Art of Birds (1966), The Barcarole (1967), the play Splendor and Death of Joaquín Murieta (1967), The Hands of Day (1968), End of the World (1969), The Stones of the Sky (1970), and The Flaming Sword.
#Poetry "I Ask for Silence" [Pablo Neruda]
Now leave me alone.
Now get used to being without me.
I am going to close my eyes.
I only want five things,
five chosen roots.
One is endless love.
The second is to see autumn.
I cannot be without the leaves
flying and returning to the earth.
The third is the solemn winter,
the rain I loved, the caress
of fire in the wild cold.
Fourthly, the summer
round as a watermelon.
The fifth thing is your eyes,
Matilde, my beloved,
I do not want to sleep without your eyes,
I do not want to be without you looking at me:
I change the spring
for you to keep looking at me.
Friends, this is what I want.
It is almost nothing and almost everything.
Now if you wish, you may go.
I have lived so much that one day
you will have to forget me by force,
erasing me from the blackboard:
my heart was boundless.
But because I ask for silence
do not think I am going to die:
the opposite happens to me:
it happens that I am going to live.
It happens that I am and that I go on.
It will not be, for within me
grains will grow,
first the seeds that break
the earth to see the light,
but the mother earth is dark:
and within me, I am dark:
I am like a well in whose waters
the night leaves its stars
and continues alone through the field.
It happens that I have lived so much
that I want to live that much more.
I have never felt so sonorous,
I have never had so many kisses.
Now, as always, it is early.
Light flies with its bees.
Leave me alone with the day.
I ask permission to be born.
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