We have lost even this twilight. <br />No one saw us this evening hand in hand <br />while the blue night dropped on the world. <br /> <br />I have seen from my window <br />the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. <br /> <br />Sometimes a piece of sun <br />burned like a coin in my hand. <br /> <br />I remembered you with my soul clenched <br />in that sadness of mine that you know. <br /> <br />Where were you then? <br />Who else was there? <br />Saying what? <br />Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly <br />when I am sad and feel you are far away? <br /> <br />The book fell that always closed at twilight <br />and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. <br /> <br />Always, always you recede through the evenings <br />toward the twilight erasing statues.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clenched-soul/
