Pablo Neruda<\/p>\n
(translated by W. S. Merwin)<\/em><\/p>\n XX<\/p>\n Tonight I can write the saddest lines. This is all. In the distance Pablo Neruda (translated by W. S. Merwin) XX Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, “The night is starry and the stars are blue and 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 […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-154","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/154","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=154"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/154\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":155,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/154\/revisions\/155"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=154"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=154"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=154"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWrite, for example, “The night is starry
\nand the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.”
\nThe night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
\nTonight I can write the saddest lines.
\nI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
\nThrough nights like this one I held her in my arms.
\nI kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
\nShe loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
\nHow could one not have loved her great still eyes.
\nTonight I can write the saddest lines.
\nTo think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
\nTo hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
\nAnd the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
\nWhat does it matter that my love could not keep her.
\nThe night is starry and she is not with me.<\/p>\n
\nsomeone is singing. In the distance.
\nMy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
\nMy sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
\nMy heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
\nThe same night whitening the same trees.
\nWe, of that time, are no longer the same.
\nI no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
\nMy voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
\nAnother’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
\nHer voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
\nI no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
\nLove is so short, forgetting is so long.
\nBecause through nights like this one I held her in my arms
\nmy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
\nThough this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
\nand these the last verses that I write for her. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"