Carpe Diem

Did a cleaning in my room and found this literary work of Pablo Neruda. We tackled this in our Literature 1 during college. Here are the lines:

Tonight I Can Write...
(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 and, and sometimes
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 whistling
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 here 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 be the last verses,
that I write for her.