Tonight I can write the saddest lines. <br /> <br />Write, for example, 'The night is starry <br />and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' <br /> <br />The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. <br /> <br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines. <br />I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. <br /> <br />Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. <br />I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. <br /> <br />She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. <br />How could one not have loved her great still eyes. <br /> <br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines. <br />To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. <br /> <br />To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. <br />And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. <br /> <br />What does it matter that my love could not keep her. <br />The night is starry and she is not with me. <br /> <br />This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. <br />My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. <br /> <br />My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. <br />My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. <br /> <br />The same night whitening the same trees. <br />We, of that time, are no longer the same. <br /> <br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. <br />My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. <br /> <br />Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. <br />Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. <br /> <br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. <br />Love is so short, forgetting is so long. <br /> <br />Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms <br />my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. <br /> <br />Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer <br />and these the last verses that I write for her. <br /> <br /> <br />translated by W.S. Merwin<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tonight-i-can-write/
