More poetry by Neruda for those that have loved and lost..

[SempreAngela]

SADDEST POEM

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

 

[modest mouse]

Not the usual poem that reaches inside my mind but the imagery resonates as his thoughts do in the stillness.

Uneasy resolution saunters in toward the end.

Thanks for sharing this.

 

[LukkyKnight]

...from Neruda's "If you forget me"

Pero
si cada dia,
cada hora,
sientes que a mi estas destinada
con dulsura implacable,
si cada dia sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mio, ay mia,
en mi todo ese fuego se repite,
en mi nada se apaga mi se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientra viva estara en tus brazos
sin salir de los mios.

But
if each day,
each hour, you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Si tu me olvidas

 

[SempreAngela]

Absence

* ABSeNCe...

I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.

My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.

Pablo Neruda

 

[Guest]

Beautiful poems, keep up posting.
I'm going to look for my faves.

J.

 

[xanadu]

I was introduced...

to Neruda over two years ago. He is breathtaking. I was never that crazy about poetry, but I can't get enough of Neruda...even use him for my signature line...