Poetry Friday, only Neruda will do

Love Poem X

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountaintops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin between my hands.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that is always turned to at twilight
and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.

--Pablo Neruda

I want the Big Love* again. There, I put it out there, like a blogging the lost request to the gods. We shall see what happens.



*You know, the Big Love, the love that knocks you over, steals your cosmic credit cards, and leaves at an utterly beautiful loss.