Here I love you...
In the dark pines the wind untangles itself,
the moon phosphorescent on the errant waters,
the days, each equal to the next, chasing one another...
The snow unties itself in dancing figures,
a silver seagull lowers from the sunset.
Sometimes a sail....High, high stars
or the black cross of a ship.
Alone...
Sometimes I awake, and even my soul is damp..
The faraway sea sounds and sounds again.
This is a port,here I love you...
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain,
I'm loving you even among these cold things...
Sometimes my kisses go on those solemn ships,
that run on the sea toward where they do not arrive...
So I see myself forgotten like these ancient anchors,
the wharves are even sadder as the afternoon docks...
My uselessly starving life grows tired...
I love what I don't have,you are so far away...
My weariness struggles with the slow sundowns,
but night comes and commences singing to me..
The moon makes its dream-twirling run..
The largest stars view me with your eyes..
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
wish to sing your name with their wiry leaves...
Thanks for this very nice poem, another great poem of Pablo Neruda..
God Bless
ericlbaidya 1 year ago