Pablo Neruda – Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines // Spoken Poetry


“Tonight I can write the saddest lines” by
Pablo Neruda ‘Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write for example, the night is starry and
the stars are blue and 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 starry 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 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 inifinite
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 sould 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.

50 Replies to “Pablo Neruda – Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines // Spoken Poetry

  1. There was then and here is now… like leaves falling in the wind, eternity has taken both of us beyond the cosmos, we no longer are the same.

  2. 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 voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite 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 sould 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.

  3. Your video brought tears to my eyes.. Life. A fleeting moment in an infinite amount of moments…

  4. .."…tonight is starry …..& she is not with me…my soul is not satisfied….that it has lost her….I no longer love her …& that's certain.."…Even love needs a Heaven's help to endure…..
    ..

  5. Another's. He will be another' s. As he was before my kisses.
    His voice, his bright body. His infinite eyes.

  6. I had a Spanish teacher whose wife and children were murdered by the government of Chile for the crime of publishing poetry of Pablo Neruda, a socialist.

    He survived to remarry. To have more children.

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

  7. I think this is Tom reading? I really can't listen to his readings since all of them seem so soulless, so monotonous and without feelings.. I'm sorry but that's how I feel

  8. Such brilliance. The poetry itself, the video, the music and the narration. Could not be more perfect than this! Can someone tell me which tune is used in the background?

  9. En completa libertad.

    Aún tengo la calma para arrepentir mí último adiós,
    Porqué si mañana te veo será difícil poder decírtelo,
    Tengo la esperanza de volver a sentirte otra vez inefable
    Y espero que también dudes si es lo correcto olvidar,
    Porqué yo lo dudo y lo vuelvo a confirmar, así me tienes,
    Atrapada en mí te encuetro, pero tú ya estás en completa libertad.

    From a chilean, for my human friends.

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