Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I Can Write is a poem written by Pablo Neruda. The poem was discussed earlier today during our C. A. - English subject with Mrs. Obillo & yeah, the poem made me cry, made Lou bitter for a while, made Tacio explain deeply some stuff and made Jowa explain another theory. :)) The discussion revealed who is in love and who is not in IV-2. :)) The poem can actually explain already why I’m posting this. So yeah, enjoy! ☺
Note: Think critically on some stuff to avoid misinterpretation. ☺
Tonight, I can write the saddest lines
Write, for example, The night is starry
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, sometimes I loved her, too.
How could one not love 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 starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance, someone is singing.
My soul is not satisfies 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, whitening 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 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 be the last verses that I write for her.
- Trans. W. S. Merwin
Tonight I Can Write is indeed the best poem I’ve ever read so far. ☺
