When I See You

Posted by Maverick ~ on April 23, 2018
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Large Reclining Nude
Oil on canvas (1943)

When I See You
Pablo Picasso

I have always walked forth, not wanting anything more than what I had already had. I did not need anything at all. I had scoffed at everyone when they said that my life was incomplete

That was till I had met you. You were the only one who had ever raised the feeling of loneliness in me. You were the only one who ever made me realize that my life was always incomplete; and had always been.

My heart had been always fluttering at the very sight of you. You had given me desires for the tastes that I had never known existed. My entire being had surrendered to you and your wishes the very first time we had met. My heart would skip beats when ever your proximity was precarious.

I would have gone to the ends of the world if it meant that I could have you here in my arms, in my heart till the entire eternity crumbled.

I wish you were here dear for I yearn for you. I would have left the very joys behind if it meant I could have you here, talking to me. Your breath is what interests me more than the very words.

Who are people in this equation? I see no one else save you, me and the endless love ahead. The air blows through my empty hands, and they ache with the soreness of the wind. My legs know no pain, My hands know no ache for they always wait for you, and you alone…

🧡

11 comments on “When I See You”

  2. Both the painting and prose are pretty amazing. I was surprised by his exquisite use of lighting and shading in the painting. I don’t usually associate that with him.

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  4. Amazing poem, do you have any idea when he wrote this? I would love to know who inspired it. I’ve had this theory for a while now that whoever writes this beautifully about love, they don’t really know what they’re talking about. They’re perpetually stuck in the “butterflies” phase and they jump from relationship to relationship, always in search of those first thrills.

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    • Ah, a love cynic are you? 😉 No, I searched but I couldn’t find a date for this poem. He started writing poems daily in his early 50’s until his late 70’s so it would likely be in that time period. My impression was that this poem might have been written at the end of a relationship because of the longing. Olga would have left him about the time he started writing poetry but there’s a lot of other “butterflies” options as you so aptly put. 🙂

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      • Noooo, I’m not a love cynic, really. I simply want to enjoy the poems/songs without thinking that the writer must have been the greatest lover ever.

        I thought the longing he referred to was the separation anxiety that couples get in the beginning of their relationships, when they can’t stand to be even an hour apart. So I’m hoping he dedicated that to Marie-Therese. I love his paintings of her.

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      • Okay, not a cynic but a realistic romantic which is a good way to enjoy poems/songs. 🙂 I think you’re probably right about it being Marie-Therese. The other I thought it might be if it was as you’ve suggested at the beginning of their romance was Francoise, “desires for the tastes that I had never known existed”. They were opposites in a lot of ways besides him being 60 and her 22. There’s a lot of possibilities.

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