The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sun 12/4/05)

[RetroLounge]

The 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.

Pablo Neruda

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RL

[RevCheesehead]

1. I wish for you a day filled with sunshine.

:hug: :loveya:

But at noon, I gotta start hating you. ;)

[RetroLounge]

4. You could never hate me...

:hug:

RL

[Callalily]

2. Yes, lost love is always

painful, is always wistful. Thanks for sharing RL.

[RetroLounge]

8. You are welcome

:hi:

:hug:

RL

[bridgit]

3. Halt!

It’s not my fault

Not all the way anyway
Not in those days
Not in those ways

We done those times
Gone, gone
When we done those crimes
Gone…gone, gone

So hard
So un-forgiven
We did those crimes
When we done those times
When

All I ever want
Is to see you soar
Upon your feathered wing
As

The song angel song
The song angel sing
The song angel song
The song angel sing, sing
The song angel song
The song angel…sing…sing, sing
Sing.............the song angel sing
The song angel song

[In_The_Wind]

5. Love remembered that clearly isn't over.

It's only gone.

The beauty lives on.
As does the pain of loss.

[RetroLounge]

9. Beauty and Pain seem to walk hand-in-hand

:hi:

RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

6. Ah, my dear RetroLounge.....

Beautiful.....wistful ........a gentle longing for love.....

Perfect for a Sunday morning....

Thank you

:hug:

[RetroLounge]

7. Yes, I hadn't seen this poem in about 15 years

It was nice to rediscover it.

:hug:

RL

[RetroLounge]

10. Kick for the night crowd...

:kick:

RL