Repertoire by Pablo Neruda — Read

I will find someone for you to love before you stop being a child- then it will be your turn to open your box and swallow your own sufferings.

I have at my command queen bees in boxes and you'll see how, one by one, they smooth out the honey, dressing up as apples, climbing the cherry trees, quivering in the smoke.

For you I'm keeping these wild loves who will weave the spring, who are strangers to weeping.

Hide yourself in the clock in the belfry while they pass, girls bright as amaranth, the last girls of the snow, the lost ones, the lucky ones, the ones crowned in yellow, the infinitely mysterious; and some, gentle and loving, will perform their limpid dance, while others pass on fire, swift as meteors.

Tell me which ones you want for now; later is too late.

Today you believe what I'm telling you.

Tomorrow you'll be contradicting the light.

I am one who keeps turning out dreams, and in my house of feather and stone, with a knife and a watch,

I cut up clouds and waves, and with all these elements

I shape my own handwriting; and I make these beings grow quietly who could not have been born till now.

What I want is for them to love you and for you to know nothing of death.