Tonight I can write the saddest lines by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
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, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved 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 shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
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. Like my kisses before.
Her void. 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 so 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 the last verses that I write for her.

Some poems by David Greenberg

Prologue

I don't have
a thought in my head
that's not about you
And you don't think
twice about me



After Rumi

I try to sleep
On an empty feeling
Face down
I stare at the ceiling
A pregnant pause
Stardust and television snow
I can't get enough of your face


The dumb grins
And senseless sentences
Confused thick lips
Steamy silhouettes
Against the shower curtains
All the particulars
Behind a white door


In the battle to see
Who cared less
I lost




Insomnia

I can't sleep
When you're not here
To keep me wide awake



From Love Song

Waiting for the phone to never ring


Or the right moment
To give up