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