- 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 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.
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 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.
(Tonight, the Poet writes the saddest line that this night brings him
sufferings and the stars shiver with fear in the distance. The wind revolves in
the sky and sings of the saddest song. He writes because he loved his beloved
too much and expected the same love from her. It was some other night like this
when he held her in his arms and kissed her, filling her with his endless love.
During that time, she too loved him but now she is no more with him. The Poet
describes her eyes as greatly beautiful. He writes because he feels he has lost
her forever. The night is no more immense without her and his poetry to his
soul is like dew to the pasture.
The Poet believes, his love failed to have her with him. The line ‘I
no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her’ is an allegory as the
very reason for the Poet to write this poem is because he deeply wishes her to
be with him but somewhere he also feels that the love between them is lost.
Towards the end he says it’s the last time she is making him suffer and now this
would be the last verse that he will write for her. Note how the poem scatters
its sadness into natural elements (the night is shattered/and the blue stars
shiver in the distance). Again the most important thing to note here is the
jealous lover who emphasizes on the fact that ‘she will be another’s’. The poem
expresses lyrically the way he made love to his mistress and stresses on the
fact that the same ‘love-making’ won’t ever happen again. Moreover, one can
say, it’s the idea of love that hurts him deeply instead of the woman he had
lost)