Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream

Yesterday I discovered a wonderful poem of a wonderful poet: Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream by Pablo Neruda. I was struck by how romantic this can be. It feels like a prayer that you make before going to sleep and this is what I thought I would do. Acquire his book of poems Cien Sonetos de Amor (100 Love Sonnets) and read every night for a hundred days, a poem like a prayer. So that my heart can weep and smile and bleed and feel and be happy and love, my love.

Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.

No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.

Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
you eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,

while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.

Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream

Stii cum e cand cauti ceva si dai peste altceva, cu totul neasteptat si extraordinar de frumos? Eu am avut incantarea sa descopar un poet de care nu am auzit pana acum. Pablo Neruda. Scuzati-mi ignoranta! 😉 Este chiar si laureat al premiului Nobel pentru literatura in 1971. Dar am dat peste o poezie de-a lui pe youtube, pusa pe muzica celor de la Directia 5, o poezie minunata si sensibila. Am cautat pe google si deja e unul din preferatii mei. Voi cauta sa iau si cartea din care face parte acesta poezie, carte care se numeste Cien Sonetos de Amor (O suta de sonete de dragoste). Va fi ca o biblie la capataiul meu si inainte de culcare voi citi cate un sonet ca pe o rugaciune si voi dormi linistita. Atat cat se poate. Am 100 de zile de ‘rugaciuni’. 🙂 Nu am traducere in romana dar citeste aceasta prima poezie a unui poet sensibil pentru o seara romantica sau pentru o stare romantica. Pentru tine, iubirea mea, care iubesti si esti iubit. x

Sonnet LXXXI: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.

No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.

Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
you eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,

while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.