twenty love poems and a song of despair --Pablo Neruda

"Poems and a Song of Despair "this collection of poems came to me at a time when i was in the so called poetic phase. I enjoyed reading each and every poem, i read and re-read these poems. Thanks to a friend who shared the book with me ..

my favorites are ....

Ah Vastness of Pines

The morning is Full

So that you will hear me

I remember you as you were

white bee

Everyday you play

I Like for you to be still

In my sky at twilight

Here I love you

Tonight I Can Write..

I like this one the most.. I like the way its written, simple words which convey such deep emotions, memories of love and the pain still so romantic. Set up in the night under the starry sky ..orginally written in spanish and published in 1924 in chile as "Veinte poemas de amor y una cancio'n desperado" .. i have read the english translation .. as long as remember Pablo Neruda wrote this one when he was just 19 years old.

Its such a treat to read .. i absolutely love this one :)

may be i should share this one here ...


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 love her, and sometimes she loves 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 i lover 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.

Whast does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This ia all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitenning 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. As she was before my kisses.
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.