Phantasm || irwin

[ part three ]

[ part three ]

THE BLACK SWALLOWS WILL RETURN...

The black swallows will return
to hang their nests on your balcony,
and once again will knock in play
against your window panes;

but those that stopped their flight and perched
to observe your beauty and my good luck,

those who learned to know our names...
those... will not return!

The honeysuckle will return,
to climb the walls in your garden,
and open once again at evening
their even more beautiful flowers,

but those blooms that were full of dew
where we saw the trembling drops
fall like tears of the day ...
those... will not return!

Ardent words of love will return
to sound and resound in your ears;
and your heart from the depths of sleep
perhaps will wake again;

but silent, absorbed, on bended knee,
as men worship God at His altar,
as I have loved you ... make no mistake,
they'll not love you like that!

-Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

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i thought this poem was nice to frame the third part of this story. it is originally in spanish, but i found it translated into english. this is the very same poem that i featured in my story 'thursday'. i found it one day when i was listening to one of my favorite songs. the poem was mentioned in the lyrics. "and the days passed, from monday to friday, like the swallows from becquer's poem." ans so i became curious to know what that poem was about. but anyway, i hope you like the poem and i hope you enjoy the third part of the story.

i was going to post three flash back chapters in a row, but now i changed my mind. i think  im going to post them a bit later, to build some suspense. 

also, i want to thank you all for reading this. i know a lot of you have stopped reading, probably because i suck at updating this. i have been more into my football fanfics, but that doesnt mean i have forgotten this book. neglected...maybe a bit. but to those of you who are still here, thank you for your support. it means so much to me.

i love you.

-clary xx