You Would Come



YOU WOULD COME
-Pablo Neruda

You have not made me suffer, 
merely wait.

Those tangled 
hours, filled 
with serpents, 
when 
my heart stopped and I stifled, 
you would come along, 
you would come naked and scratched, 
bleeding you would reach my bed, 
my bride, 
and then 
all night we walked 
sleeping 
and when we woke up 
you were intact and new, 
as if the dark wind of dreams 
had newly given 
fire to your tresses 
and in wheat and silver had submerged 
your body and left it dazzling.

I did not suffer, my love, 
I was only waiting for you. 
You had to change heart
and vision 
after having touched the deep 
sea zone that my breast gave to you. 
You had to leave the water 
pure as a drop raised 
by a night wave.

My bride, you had 
to die and be born, I was waiting for you. 
I did not suffer looking for you, 
I knew that you would come, 
a new woman with what I adore 
out of the one that I did not adore, 
with your eyes, your hands, and your mouth 
but with another heart, 
who was beside me at dawn 
as if she had always been there 
to go on with me forever.

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