20 love poems & a song of desperation, p3 | the poetry sentence meme
This sentence meme sources from Pablo Neruda’s Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada.
This is part two of three, using poems 20 & “the song of desperation”. I’m not listing the translator because I’m sourcing from several places and changing things up according to my own understanding/preference. While this whole collection is noted for its sensuality and eroticism, these last two poems are sad feelings poems and not… sexy feelings poems.
Links to part one and two.
As usual, feel free to make changes as needed in wording/phrasing/pronouns, etc. Change physical descriptors as needed! —LIZZY
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
The night is constellated and blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On 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 I not love her great, unswerving gaze?
To think about not holding her. Feeling that I’ve lost her.
I can hear the vast night, still vaster without her.
The words settle on my soul like dew on the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her?
The night is star-filled and she is not with me.
That’s all that matters. Someone is singing in the distance. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
As if they could bring her near, my eyes try to find her.
My heart seeks her, and she is not with me.
The same nightfall bleaches the same trees, but we have both changed so much since that night.
I don’t love her anymore, that’s true, but oh how I loved her.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As before I had kissed her. Her voice, her bright body. Her endless eyes.
I don’t love her anymore, it’s true, but maybe I love her still.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.
Because during nights like tonight I held her in my arms, my soul isn’t content with having lost her. Even if this is the last pain she causes me.
The memory of you emerges from the night I’m in.
You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you, everything shipwrecked!
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, sadness stunned you, in you sank everything!
There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruin, and you were the miracle.
How terrible and brief my desire was to you! How difficult and drunken, how tense and determined.
This mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired.
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