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Poem 20
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by [PABLO_NERUDA ]

2008-11-29  |     |  Submited by Ada Ionescu



I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ĎThe night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distanceí

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I donít have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldnít keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me


The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I donít love her, thatís certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Anotherís kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I donít love her, thatís certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.

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