Poem – A – Day: April 7th – Forgetfulness By Billy Collins, I Shall Forget You Presently By Enda St. Vincent Millay, I Shall Forget You by Pablo Neruda

Today has been a hectic day so I almost forgot to post my poem. Fortunately, I remembered in  time but as an apology for the delay and the close call, I give you three poems today instead of just one.

Oh and speaking of forgetting, don’t you forget that I am having a sale over in my Etsy store, Ciarrai Studios. Take 25% off everything in the store with the coupon code: Poetry13.

–   Pick up a little something to help you celebrate National Poetry Month (like the Tea with Emily Dickinson Charm Necklace)

–  Treat yourself to a cute accessory for Spring (like the Pearl and Lace Butterfly Necklace or the White Ruffle Scarf)

–   or find the perfect gift for Mom (like the Spring Flowers Gardening Charm Necklace, the Bird Lover’s Charm Necklace  or the Sheep to Sweater Charm Necklace for knitters, spinners, and fiber fans)

I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.
I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And oaths were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far,—
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.

If You Forget Me
By Pablo Neruda

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.

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About Ciarrai

Hi. My name is Kerry but here online I tend to go by the Gaelic version of my name, Ciarrai. I am a woman in my mid-30's who lives on Long Island, NY, with my husband, Rob, several guitars, a Nikon D40, more yarn, beads and books than I care to admit to and a cat who has a million nicknames and quite a few theme songs. I have a B.A. in Psychology and have recently returned to college to pursue a teaching degree so that I can eventually get a job as a High School English teacher. In addition to my major obsessions (Reading, Beading, Knitting, Music and Photography), I also enjoy playing Board Games, going to Renaissance Faires, Museums and Broadway Musicals.
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