Glutard

A day of rest. A day of rain. A day of Jack Johnson and a night of friends. A night to celebrate loving, forgiving and being human. Ever since I was a young girl I have loved poetry. I have piles of deep heart felt poems that have never seen the light of day. I get it- poems. I love that they say so much in the words they omit and in the words they choose. 

My favorite love poems are written by Pablo Neruda. You can see my favorite one below. But tonight, I hope you find love. Find love in yourself. Find love in your fish. Find love in your plants. Heck,  find love in doing laundry. Love is anything you want it to be. 

Love Sonnet XIV by Pablo Neruda

I don’t have time enough to celebrate your hair.
One by one I should detail your hairs and praise them.
Other lovers want to live with particular eyes;
I only want to be your stylist.

In Italy they call you Medusa,
because of the high bristling light of your hair.
I call you curly, my tangler;
my heart knows the doorways of your hair. 

When you lose your way through your own hair,
do not forget me, remember that I love you.
Don’t let me wander lost—without your hair–

through the dark world, webbed by empty
roads with their shadows, their roving sorrows,
till the sun rises, lighting the high tower of your hair.