Living Social

It will Hopefully darken the space
between me and the steady stream of community

It is the one nod to base people

The Crucible

reading his poetry
you wouldn't guess what happened to his relationship

grief and longing seem obvious
But there is something more.

I see compassionate fidelity
which was the crucible of this story

LXV

by Pablo Neruda

Matilde, where are you? Down there I noticed,
under my necktie and just above the heart,
a certain pang of grief between the ribs,
you were gone that quickly.

I needed the light of your energy,
I looked around, devouring hope.
I watched the void without you that is like a house,
nothing left but tragic windows.

Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens
to the fall of the ancient leafless rain,
to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned:

so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.