I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. <br /> <br />Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, <br />and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." <br /> <br />The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. <br /> <br />I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. <br />I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. <br /> <br />On nights like this, I held her in my arms. <br />I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. <br /> <br />She loved me, sometimes I loved her. <br />How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? <br /> <br />I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. <br />To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. <br /> <br />To hear the immense night, more immense without her. <br />And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. <br /> <br />What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her. <br />The night is full of stars and she is not with me. <br /> <br />That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. <br />My soul is lost without her. <br /> <br />As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. <br />My heart searches for her and she is not with me. <br /> <br />The same night that whitens the same trees. <br />We, we who were, we are the same no longer. <br /> <br />I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. <br />My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. <br /> <br />Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once <br />belonged to my kisses. <br />Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. <br /> <br />I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. <br />Love is so short and oblivion so long. <br /> <br />Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, <br />my soul is lost without her. <br /> <br />Although this may be the last pain she causes me, <br />and this may be the last poem I write for her.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saddest-poem/
