{"id":3700,"date":"2014-05-02T13:08:11","date_gmt":"2014-05-02T20:08:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/?p=3700"},"modified":"2014-05-02T13:08:11","modified_gmt":"2014-05-02T20:08:11","slug":"your-laughter-by-pablo-neruda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/your-laughter-by-pablo-neruda\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>.<\/p>\n<p>Take bread away from me, if you wish,<br \/>\ntake air away, but<br \/>\ndo not take from me your laughter.<\/p>\n<p>Do not take away the rose,<br \/>\nthe lanceflower that you pluck,<br \/>\nthe water that suddenly<br \/>\nbursts forth in your joy,<br \/>\nthe sudden wave<br \/>\nof silver born in you.<\/p>\n<p>My struggle is harsh and I come back<br \/>\nwith eyes tired<br \/>\nat times from having seen<br \/>\nthe unchanging earth,<br \/>\nbut when your laughter enters<br \/>\nit rises to the sky seeking me<br \/>\nand it opens for me all<br \/>\nthe doors of life.<\/p>\n<p>My love, in the darkest<br \/>\nhour your laughter<br \/>\nopens, and if suddenly<br \/>\nyou see my blood staining<br \/>\nthe stones of the street,<br \/>\nlaugh, because your laughter<br \/>\nwill be for my hands<br \/>\nlike a fresh sword.<\/p>\n<p>Next to the sea in the autumn,<br \/>\nyour laughter must raise<br \/>\nits foamy cascade,<br \/>\nand in the spring, love,<br \/>\nI want your laughter like<br \/>\nthe flower I was waiting for,<br \/>\nthe blue flower, the rose<br \/>\nof my echoing country.<\/p>\n<p>Laugh at the night,<br \/>\nat the day, at the moon,<br \/>\nlaugh at the twisted<br \/>\nstreets of the island,<br \/>\nlaugh at this clumsy<br \/>\nboy who loves you,<br \/>\nbut when I open<br \/>\nmy eyes and close them,<br \/>\nwhen my steps go,<br \/>\nwhen my steps return,<br \/>\ndeny me bread, air<br \/>\nlight, spring,<br \/>\nbut never your laughter<br \/>\nfor I would die.<\/p>\n<p>Translated by Donald Walsh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>. Take bread 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 &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/your-laughter-by-pablo-neruda\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3700","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3700","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3700"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3700\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3700"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3700"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3700"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}