Tuesday, February 07, 2006

The edge is closer than we think

This week I learned that one of my friends from Los Angeles committed suicide. He was 24. It sures makes all of my problems and concerns seem insignificant.

Another friend sent me this poem by Pablo Neruda that helped her deal with the loss of a loved one.

If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don't want your laughter or your steps to waiver,
I don't want my heritage of joy to die.
Don't call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house.
Absence is a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air.
Absence is a house so transparent
that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love, I will die again.

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