I can write the saddest lines tonight. <br /> <br />Write for example: ‘The night is fractured <br />and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’ <br /> <br />The night wind turns in the sky and sings. <br />I can write the saddest lines tonight. <br />I loved her, sometimes she loved me too. <br /> <br />On nights like these I held her in my arms. <br />I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky. <br /> <br />She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. <br />How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes. <br /> <br />I can write the saddest lines tonight. <br />To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her. <br /> <br />Hear the vast night, vaster without her. <br />Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass. <br /> <br />What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her. <br />The night is fractured and she is not with me. <br /> <br />That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off, <br />my soul is not content to have lost her. <br /> <br />As though to reach her, my sight looks for her. <br />My heart looks for her: she is not with me <br /> <br /> <br />The same night whitens, in the same branches. <br />We, from that time, we are not the same. <br /> <br />I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her. <br />My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her. <br /> <br />Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses. <br />Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes. <br /> <br />I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her. <br />Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long. <br /> <br />Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms, <br />my soul is not content to have lost her. <br /> <br />Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer, <br />and these are the last lines I will write for her.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-twenty-poems-of-love/
