Harshit's fav poems
Poetry is love

If You Forget Me

  • I want you to know
  • one thing.

  • You know how this is:
  • if I look
  • at the crystal moon, at the red branch
  • of the slow autumn at my window,
  • if I touch
  • near the fire
  • the impalpable ash
  • or the wrinkled body of the log,
  • everything carries me to you,
  • as if everything that exists,
  • aromas, light, metals,
  • were little boats
  • that sail
  • toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

  • Well, now,
  • if little by little you stop loving me
  • I shall stop loving you little by little.

  • If suddenly
  • you forget me
  • do not look for me,
  • for I shall already have forgotten you.

  • If you think it long and mad,
  • the wind of banners
  • that passes through my life,
  • and you decide
  • to leave me at the shore
  • of the heart where I have roots,
  • remember
  • that on that day,
  • at that hour,
  • I shall lift my arms
  • and my roots will set off
  • to seek another land.

  • But
  • if each day,
  • each hour,
  • you feel that you are destined for me
  • with implacable sweetness,
  • if each day a flower
  • climbs up to your lips to seek me,
  • ah my love, ah my own,
  • in me all that fire is repeated,
  • in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
  • my love feeds on your love, beloved,
  • and as long as you live it will be in your arms
  • without leaving mine.