Pablo Neruda :: With Her

This time is difficult. Wait for me. 

We will live it out vividly.

Give me your small hand:

we will rise and suffer,

we will feel, we will rejoice. 

We are once more the pair

who lived in bristling places,

in harsh nests in the rock. 

This time is difficult. Wait for me

with a basket, with a shovel,

with your shoes and your clothes.

Now we need each other, 

not only for the carnations’ sake, 

not only to look for honey---

we need our hands

to wash with, to make fire.

So let our difficult time

stand up to infinity

with four hands and four eyes.

(Trans: Alastair Reid)