BEAUTY OF LANGUAGE

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I forgot how  much I love language. In high school, I read poetry all the time (Lord Tennyson was my favorite and I read him religiously over and over) and it just - I don't know. There's something magical and beautiful about stringing so many words together and producing something that is both coherent and evocative. And I just remembered that, like a light bulb going off in my head, when I ran across a poem by Pablo Neruda (while reading fanfiction no less!). I'm just going to leave it here and - yeah - hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did.

PERHAPS NOT TO BE IS TO BE WITHOUT YOUR BEING

pablo neruda

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,

without your going, that cuts noon light

like a blue flower, without your passing

later through fog and stones,

without the torch you lift in your hand

that others may not see as golden,

that perhaps no one believed blossomed

the glowing origin of the rose,

without, in the end, your being, your coming

suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,

blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:

and it follows that I am, because you are:

it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:

and, because of love, you will, I will,

We will, come to be.