If I die
survive me with
such great force
that you waken the
furies of the pallid and cold,
from south to
south
lift your
indelible eyes,
from sun to sun
dream your singing
mouth.
I don't want your
laughter or 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 transparent
that I, lifeless,
will see you,
living
and if you suffer, my love,
I will die again.
--Pablo Neruda, Sonnet
XCIV
Today is the Solemnity of All Saints,
and tomorrow is the Commemoration of All Souls.
and tomorrow is the Commemoration of All Souls.
Pray for your loved ones who have died,
and watch for more posts of remembrance
throughout the month of November.
and watch for more posts of remembrance
throughout the month of November.
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