Clenched Soul

Pablo NerudaPablo Neruda23 Sept 1904

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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 mountain tops.Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.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 always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
Pablo Neruda
About the poet

Pablo Neruda

Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973), better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda, was a Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet-diplomat and politician. Neruda became known as a poet when he was 13 years old…

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