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If You Forget Me is a wonderful poem, but Neruda also has shorter ones that are just as beautiful!.

Try I Like It When You Are Quiet by him!.

I like it when you're quiet, It's as is you weren't here now,
and you heard me froma distance, and my voice couldn't reach you!.
It's as if your eyes had flown away from you, and as if your mouth were closed because I leaned to kiss you!.

Just as all living things are filled with my soul,
You emerge from all living things filled with the soul of me!.
It's as if, a butterfly in dreams, you were my soul,
and as if you were the soul's word, melancholy!.

I like it when you are quiet!. It's as if you'd gone away now!.
And you'd become the keening, the butterfly's insistence!.
And you heard me from a distance and my voice didn't reach you:
it's then that what I want is to be quiet with your silence!.

It's then that what I want is to speak to your silence
in a speech as clear as lamplight, as plain as a gold ring!.
You are quiet like the night, and like the night you're star-lit!.
Your silences are star-like, they're a distant and a simple thing!.

I like it when you're quiet!. It's as if you weren't here now!.
Aws if you were dead now, and sorrowful, and distant!.
A word then is sufficient, or a smile, to make me happy,
Happy that it seems so certain that you're present!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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If We Must Die by Claude McKay

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot!.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave!?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

He was writing about the plight of Black people in America!. He wasn't even American, but he was encouraging African-Americans (and, to an extent, African peoples everywhere) to stand up and surge against the unfair coditions that riddled their lives at the time!. This was written before the Civil Rights movement!. McKay's outcry against the massacres against Black Americans urged them to fight back!. Mexican freedom fighter, Emiliano Zapata, once said, "I would rather die on my feet, than live on my knees!." Unfortunately, equality for black people would not come for several decades after this poem was written!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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Well!.!.!. I really like this one, though it's kind of depressing!.

A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone!?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream!.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp!?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave!?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream!?


Frost and Dickinson are both excellent choices, although I think Frost might be more to your taste - not that one poem gives me much idea!. Dickinson is my own favorite, but Frost generally is the more approachable of the two, anyway, and more like Neruda!. I love both, as well as Poe!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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Here are two poems by Gabriela Mistral:

I Am Not Alone
The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea!.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!

The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea!.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone !

The world, it is deserted!.
All flesh is sad you see!.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone!

Here's another one:

Tiny Feet (1922)


A child's tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you!?
Oh, my God!
Tiny wounded feet,
Bruised all over by pebbles,
Abused by snow and soil!

Man, being blind, ignores
that where you step, you leave
A blossom of bright light,
that where you have placed
your bleeding little soles
a redolent tuberose grows!.

Since, however, you walk
through the streets so straight,
you are courageous, without fault!.

Child's tiny feet,
Two suffering little gems,
How can the people pass, unseeing!.

-Gabriela MistralWww@QuestionHome@Com

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Try Robert Frost or Emily Dickenson!.!.!. both great American poets and both have shorter, yet still lovely, poems in their collections!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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How about "Acquainted with the Night" by Robert Frost; it is readily available online!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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hello canada''

‘’ CANADA IS CALLING ME’’
Have your journey from wherever you be,
Come to Canada and for yourself see!.
Be bold it’s the best of summers,
Yes the best of winters too and spring!.
As for autumn there is no comparison,
In the cloudy weather and morning dew,
It will be lovely weather for you!.

There is plenty of water, hot and cold
There is no failure of electricity that’s fore told ,
And there is plenty to eat, drink and be merry,
Enjoy peaches , strawberries, and the best of cherry,

Just as I was about to land,
The welcome I thought will be with a band!.
It was so warm there was no storm,
And the people all around were kind,
Of my youth they all did me remind !.

As I stepped out of the air- port,
The brightness was all sun – shone,
And after another moment it was all gone!.
When I landed there was no cloud,
The Canadians were, ever so proud!.
Suddenly they came from somewhere,
Heaven really knows from where!.
A little more up the highway it began to rain,
I thought it was some passing train!.

When I entered the room for my nights’ stay
There was warmth all the way!.
And then truly I was happy to be in Canada,
After all ‘twas warm and sunny, even in the veranda!.

Do not go out today, you may freeze,
The wind is blowing and really it’s cool breeze!.
If you step out you may feel the chill,
Come to Canada and stay indoors still,
Enjoy ice skating, swimming and dance,
And of course friendly, just friendly, romance!.

CANADA IS CALLING THEE


Roses

Hello friends its roses again,
Roses all the way,
Only will roses ever stay,
Upon your coat button and as flowers
In a vase and ‘ Roses’ as a name for you
And then someone will say,
Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Call a rose by any other name
Still I t’ ll be true!.

Roses will remain the way they are,
Their smell travels very far,
From London to Australia
Or the bottom of the sea,
Where Jack Dawson was said to be born free!.

Had there been no Titanic there would
Have been no’ Rose’,
also no ‘Hello Canada’, to compose,
Yes my friend would have to say
‘’Why do I have to wear clothes’’ today!.

Another of my fans ‘Hassan’ would have no romance,
Without a Rose,’ Hello Canada’, would have no stance!.
Kroshta, or Cleopatra yes, Greek woman,
Any other person, American may be Roman,
Nor Solitaire would have been,
On the internet ever seen!.

For roses sure are red and violets are still blue,
My love for Canada is, as much it is for you!.
Roses will sell the way they usually do!.
Hopefully you all will display
when’ Hello’ does go,
‘’Gone With The Wind’’, He hopes so,
And does every remind,
Sweet memories of roses
He would leave behind!.


WHAT IS LOVE
Love is the nectar we all want,
And hold it in our hands like a cup,
How we wish it not to let it go,
As love is the only possession one does show!. !.

And hopes to nurse it for all times
Yet we hanker for more and do not share
What is love is love divine!.
We always think of those times we wanted,
But our love was always daunted,
Hoping that some one will come our way
And upon us his whole beings love spray!.


We still hope some day love will come our way
And lead us from the threshold of sadness
To a zone of timeless happiness;
And it will then only we will know
How love does blossom and glow!.
back to me!.

WHERE IS MY LOVE
Last time we met it was perhaps our last!.
Then it was up in our minds to forget the past!.
My instinct tells me you are now in another’s arms!.
But I know it is for just a while no more,
For when your lips turn dry you know
You will thirst for more, yes I mean more!.
Only then you will know that you want

WHERE IS MY LOVE

All around me I find deathly silence,
It at times is so killing and does me silence!.
Then suddenly I look around and become mad,
Where my dear where have you, it makes me sad!.

Often I ask where I should go in search,
As my loved one has left me in the lurch,
I suddenly wonder if I shall recover,
Before she comes and my solitariness discover!.
The when I think I've found my peace,
I realise none can my love fleece!.

Where, just let me know where love has gone,
And left me all alone this fine morn,
Tell me where I can go, look discover,
And find my dearest one recover!.

Have I really found my love, if sWww@QuestionHome@Com

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