Prose - Your Laughter

"Your Laughter" By Pablo Neruda

Take breath away from me, if you wish,take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose, the lanceflower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in your joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade,and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring,but never your laughter for I would die.

Prose - The Port

A Port is a delightful place of rest for a soul weary of life's battles.

The vastness of the sky, the mobile architecture of the clouds, the changing coloration of the sea, the twinkling of the lights, are a prism marvellously fit to amuse the eyes without ever tiring them. The slender shapes of the ships with their complicated rigging, to which the surge lends harmonious oscillations, serve to sustain within the soul the taste for rhythm and beauty.

Also, and above all, for the man who of mysterious and aristocratic pleasure in contemplating, while lying on the belvedere or resting his elbows on the jetty-head, all these movements of men who are leaving and men who are returning, of those who still have the strength to will, the desire to travel or to enrich themselves.

Note: belvedere - a building, or architectural feature of a building, designed and situated to look out upon a pleasing scene.

Poem - The Second

Post of this blog. I hereby apologise to all the faithful visitors, there was an update due yesterday but due to technical difficulties it will be for today. Here it goes.

The Second

The second,
After first.
The second,
Always inferior.

The second,
All but a moment
The second,
Inferior to minutes or hours

All who compete
Never wish for second best
All who are champions
Sneer at the inferior

Yet those guilty
Should be given a second chance
Those ill-stricken
Given a second life

Second, segundo, seconde
Oh let us do
Stop and ponder
For a second

Note: Segundo: second (spanish)
Seconde: second (french)

Welcome

To the first post of this joint blog.
This is MG, the other contributor being Marc aka Totalownage. As the URL suggests, we will be posting purely about Literature and all its goodness. So, if you are in need of some inspiration or fresh knowledge, this is the place to be. Do come and learn if your Literature teacher is boring you out. (Mine is) Or if you are just an ordinary soul, we can make you extraordinary. On behalf of my compatriot, we look forward to seeing success in this young blog, a sojourn for literary masterpieces created by ourselves. This shall be, AMBROSIA!

Note: Ambrosia is food for the gods (literary) (greek mythology)
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