Strolling many years ago <br /> <br />Down a street taken over by acacias in bloom <br /> <br />I found out from a friend who knows everything <br /> <br />That you had just gotten married. <br /> <br />I told him that I really <br /> <br />Had nothing to do with it. <br /> <br />I never loved you <br /> <br />— You know that better than I do — <br /> <br />Yet each time the acacias bloom <br /> <br />— Can you believe it? — <br /> <br />I get the very same feeling I had <br /> <br />When they hit me point-blank <br /> <br />With the heartbreaking news <br /> <br />That you had married someone else. <br /> <br /> <br />— translated by David Unger<br /><br />Nicanor Parra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acacias/
