Poverty, by Pablo Neruda (1/9)

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Ah you don’t want to,

you’re scared

of poverty,

you don’t want

to go to the market with worn-out shoes

and come back with the same old dress.

My love, we are not fond

as the rich would like us to be,

of misery. We shall extract it like an evil tooth

that up to now has bitten the heart of man.

But I don’t want

you to fear it.

If through my fault it comes to your dwelling,

if poverty drives away

your golden shoes,

let it not drive away your laughter which is my life’s bread.

If you can’t pay the rent

go off to work with a proud step,

and remember, my love, that I am watching you

and together we are the greatest wealth

that was ever gathered upon the earth.

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