SADDEST POEM
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
Translated by Puedo Escribir
This is one of my favourite poems from him and it's sappy but I cry when I read it. It's straightforward and naked in all it's despair and I feel as if such words could spring forth from me if only I had the talent in arrangement. No embroidery with lavish images aside from the starry night sky and dew on grass. But so much is lost in translation the original must be a hundred times more forlorn. Just like chinese slapstick works only in chinese.
It appears Sixpence None The Richer made a song based on this poem. That is strange. Another thing to check out is 100 Love Sonnets by this fella too. Only some of the sonnets are available online though. Passionate betul!
Back to gyming for me. The days are rushing by again because all I do is eat, sleep and gym. Attempting Christmas shopping in Brunei is wholly frustrating. There's nothing I think is worth giving as a gift. Bah Humbug! Haha! Oh ya, new post on kecohppl for me... although it ain't nothing special either =P
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