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The Saddest Poem
Today I was browzing the web and rediscovered a poet Pablo Neruda. It brought back some good memories of an old lover and a younger me. I thought I would share it.
SADDEST POEM
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
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Wow,
I really relate to this one as well. It's odd how you can have had three or four other people come in and out of your life, and even years down the road, you miss that person, and wonder what it would be like to be together again. I wish I didn't feel this way. I'd think I was a lot more intellegent.
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Thankfully, and I truly mean that, the feelings never go away completely. I still miss someone I haven't seen in over 40 years. And knowing how badly I got hurt would I do it again? In a heartbeat. It's what life is all about.
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I think "HE" was a fool.
Pamela
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Thanks for the comments. Sometimes its nice to pay a little attention to the soul instead of the body.
You are right, that is what life is about. It is a shame it so often ends in disappointment. But WOW, when you hit the big one, it is the ride of your life.
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You should get the CD to Il Postino - I believe it has Andy Garcia reading this poem on it, and he does a great job, sexy romantic that he is.
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Thanks, I will look for it. There was also a CD out a couple of years back with Maddona and others reading erotic poetry by an author from India. I will have to refresh my memory and look for it.
;)
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Lyrics from the common mans poet. Jackson Browne. The song is from I am Alive album after he and
Daryll Hannah broke up.
Song is Sky Blue and Black.
In the calling out to one another
Of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
Of the seagulls circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low
I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty
Of the promises we made
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
Sky blue and black
Where the touch of the lover ends
And the soul of the friend begins
There's a need to be separate and a need to be one
And a struggle neither wins
Where you gave me the world I was in
And a place I could make a stand
I could never see how you doubted me
When I'd let go of your hand
Yeah, and I was much younger then
And I must have thought that I would know
If things were going to end
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I hope you don't mind if I use your thread to share this poem.
If This Be All - Anne Bronte (1820-1849)
O God! if this indeed be all
That Life can show to me;
If on my aching brow may fall
No freshening dew from Thee;
If with no brighter light than this
The lamp of hope may glow,
And I may only dream of bliss,
And wake to weary woe;
If friendship's solace must decay,
When other joys are gone,
And love must keep so far away,
While I go wandering on,--
Wandering and toiling without gain,
The slave of others' will,
With constant care, and frequent pain,
Despised, forgotten still;
Grieving to look on vice and sin,
Yet powerless to quell
The silent current from within,
The outward torrent's swell
While all the good I would impart,
The feelings I would share,
Are driven backward to my heart,
And turned to wormwood there;
If clouds must EVER keep from sight
The glories of the Sun,
And I must suffer Winter's blight,
Ere Summer is begun;
If Life must be so full of care,
Then call me soon to thee;
Or give me strength enough to bear
My load of misery.