… love is good isn’t it?

Two lovely sonnets… by PABLO NERUDA…

love and life is good… that is all I can say.  Finally, I’m happy.

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Sonnet XCI

Age covers us like drizzle;
time is interminable and sad;
a salt feather touches your face;
a trickle ate through my shirt.

Time does not distinguish between my hands
and a flock of oranges in yours;
with snow and picks life chips away
at your life, which is my life.

My life, which I gave to you, fills
with years like a swelling cluster of fruit.
The grapes will return to the earth.

And even down there time
continues, waiting, raining
on the dust, eager to erase even absence.

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Sonnet XCII

My love, if I die and you don’t -,
My love, if I die and you don’t -,
lets not give grief an even greater field.
No expanse is greater than where we live. 

Dust in the wheat, sand in the deserts,
time, wandering water, the vague wind
swept us on like sailing seeds.
We might not have found one another in time.

This meadow where we find ourselves,
O little infinity! we give it back.
But Love, this love has not ended:

just as it never had a birth, it has
no death: it is like a long river,
only changing lands, and changing lips.