Help Me, Love Poem - Pablo Neruda
Help me, love poem, rise up from the broken glass, The time to sing has come. Help me, love poem, to reestablish integrity, And to sing again about pain. The world isn't free of war, it's true, It isn't washed of the blood, hate still exists, It's true. But it's also certain that we're closer to a truth. Violence sees itself in the mirror of the world And it's face is not even attractive to itself. And I continue believing in the possibility of love. I'm certain of that understanding among Human beings, achieved over pain, Over the broken glass.