I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
the one who remains silent while I talk,
the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
the one who will remain standing when I die.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
the one who remains silent while I talk,
the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
the one who will remain standing when I die.
By Juan Ramon Jimenez
A poem about love that makes me smile, and seems different from all the other lovey dovey poems out their. More special and real. I analyse poems everyday but this one I don't want to disect, I just want to enjoy it.
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