Ode to my Suit~ Pablo Neruda

1. Ode to my Suit~ Pablo Neruda Every morning, suit,you are waiting on a chairto be filledby my vanity, my love,my hope, my body.Stillonly half awakeI leave the showerto shrug into your sleeves,my legs seekthe hollow of your legs,and thus embracedby your unfailing loyaltyI take my morning walk,work my way into my poetry;from my windows I seethe things,men, women,events and strugglesconstantly shaping me,constantly confronting me,setting my hands to the task,opening my eyes, creasing my lips,and in the same way,suit,I am shaping you,poking out your elbows,wearing you threadbare,and so your life growsin the image of my own. In the windyou flap and humas if you were my soul, in bad momentsyou clingto my bones,abandoned, at nighttimedarkness and dreampeople with their phantomsyour wings and mine.I wonderwhether some dayan enemybulletwill stain you with my blood,for thenyou would die with me,but perhapsit will beless dramatic,simple,and you will grow ill,suit,with me, with my body,and togetherwe will be loweredinto the earth.That's whyevery dayI greet youwith respect and thenyou embrace me and I forget you,because we are one beingand shall be alwaysin the wind, through the night,the streets and the struggle,one body,maybe, maybe, one day, still.