This morning when I opened my office email, one of my colleagues shared a very sad poem. And when I say sad I mean really sad. I don’t know what’s happened to my officemate and why he was suddenly sharing this poem. I’m not sure why I’m sharing it also but I just felt like it. The poem by the way was written 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, and 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 that 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 void. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I loved 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.
– Pablo Neruda
** i was trying to find appropriate pictures on the net for poem… i came across this picture and my initial reaction was, it was perfect, except it was the man walking away and not the woman.. at the time i was posting this i was talking to a friend of mine Li Nan 李南, and she pointed out that the picture is also appropriate since it could mean the man is walking away because he is trying to let go og the girl (which is in fact the poem’s message) so I posted it. 😀
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