Love Sonnet XCIV by Pablo Neruda
If I die, survive me with such sheer force That you waken the fairies of the pallid and the cold, From south to south lift your indelible eyes, From sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver, I don't want my heritage of joy to die. Don't call upon my person. I am absent. Live in my absence as if in a house.
Absence is a house so vast That inside you will pass through its walls And hang pictures in the air.
Absence is a house so transparent That I, lifeless, will see you, living, And if you suffer, my love, I will die again.