"Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines" by Pablo Neruda (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
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- Опубліковано 1 сер 2011
- There's a video with Robert Carlyle as Rumpelstiltskin using this reading here: • Tonight I Can Write th... and a Giles & Buffy video using this reading on Vimeo:
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Many people find this poem expresses their own feelings very well.
From Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, published by Jonathan Cape
The final painting was by Van Gogh.
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 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 tries 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 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. - Розваги
No words are truer -- "Love is so short, forgetting is so long................"
"es tan corto el amor y tan largo el olvido....." in spanish
Every time I hear this poem I want to cry. Sometimes I do. This poem is pure perfection.
by the way, Neruda was only 19 when he wrote these poems.
All those who loved but love no longer (or maybe they do) can agree that these truly are the saddest lines.
"Love is so short, forgetting is so long." embodies everything that can ever be said about love.
"The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty." - Pablo Neruda
The poem reached my heart like no other poem has
My favorite Neruda poem AND my favorite translation of it!! Great reading too.
It sounds the same than in Spanish. I read it when I was twenty and still shines like no other poem I've ever read. Love and loss touches you in a different way when you are twenty , I belive...
''Love is so short,forgetting is so long''. Truer words never spoken & never spoken more beautifully.Spoken Verse,you are the voice that gives texture to the words.
Wow, such great words. Love this poet. His words but my feelings inside.
Van Gogh - it says in the notes. I think it's called La nuit étoilée [Starry Night]. It's in the Musée d'Orsay. He painted several pictures showing a starry sky.
After just loosing my girlfriend, I came here for this very poem. Words insipre us all but now i truely understand that poetry touches the very fabric of being human. This has touched me in a personal way. For "Tonight I can Write the saddest lines".
It's as though Pablo speaks for all of us, at one time in our lives.
What a wonderful piece. I have just discovered Neruda and I am already enchanted by his words and how he conveys emotions.
What a nice way of portraying a lost love.
Read between the lines
I loved you sometimes he loved me too
Never knew his name
No voice
Always a mystery
Glad he's left my aching heart
awesome lines... people who loved someone very truly and losed his love, they can understand this poem..each and every word
love is so short , forgetting is so long:)
Words so powerful and so true.
Great simple poem.
Love listening the voice deep-soft reader.
'Love is so short,
Forgetting is so long."
How true is that!
why must you make me cry...last time i cried this way was at my parents grave...
great poem and great voice..neruda is simply great..love from Nepal
this was an amazing poem.. love how it makes one feel about how important she is to him
i am suprised thispoem has passed me by. beautiful and simple and as always read wonderfully.
"I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
I have never realised how short in time poetry was and is.
Yet listening and reading is like a small eternity.
I'm not trying to be poetic btw
I actually did just realise that.
It wasn't until I clocked the time that it dawned on me.
Time is so elastic.
One of my all-time favorite poems.
Truly beautiful...ive heard it in spanish before but this is the first time in english
Beautiful! :)
"Love is so short, forgetting is so long"
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Great voice for a great poem, thanks from Chile.
Beautiful.
Poetry transcends language.
This hits different after a breakup
What a great poem it is. Nice recitation.
Thank you so much for your readings. Your voice is perfect.
Great reading. Thank you, Tom
Love is so short and forgetting so Long... Oh-my!... I Will drown myself in poems!
This is My absolute favorite . Oh SpokenVerse I cried and cried all the way through it> Goose Pimples still and my hair tingles. Awesome, beautiful You are Pablo born again!
another sumptuous reading of a magnificent translation of a superb poem...
My Friend, Love lasts beCAUSE the poets write ~ because they feel & recall so intensely all the feelings each of us will ever know...
to healing
then, to remembering
until you can read a poem and not weep with the grief of such feeling
ellen
love this!
my god -----its so beautiful and intense
my favourite poem of all time
This is so beautiful.
Painfully beautiful words.
love it!
What a groovy voice. Keep it up !
Great poem, great reading
Beautiful
Inspiring.
The thing is. I do still love her.
We sat on the beach in Isla Negra Chile, just below La Casa de Pablo Neruda.
We held each other so close.
Now she exists no more.
Love lasts no matter how the poet writes.
Bravo, you have a great voice for Poetry, GRACIAS.
Well read, well read - it's been ages...
Yes, love can be so sadly futile. Well read.
y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío...
Favorite
I BET the last line that was written was NOT the last verse he wrote!! :)
Very moving!
T:)
What a nightmare love can be...yet, remembered O, so differently....
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
@Shadowknightneo : If she is still alive in this world, you still have the chance to " dont write the saddest lines", but "tonight, you write the most beautiful and sincere about your love to her", the magic power can guide her to you. To think is good, but action is better". Good brave to you, my dear!
If you are reading and listening to this then she has lost a good soul...
... forgetting is so long!
I really should read more Pablo Neruda. I don't really know his work that well. Thanks.
WOW!!!!!!! That was beautiful, Pablo is my new hero. Thanks for the upload.
By the way, who is the reader???? I love his reading style.
Wonderful reading as ever. Please tell me what is the painting at the end.
" Tonight Neruda made me remember her.... Tonight i can write the saddest Lines!!!!!!!!
I learnt when i was doing graduation
Is there a translation that retains the cadence?
Last verses but not least.
I have always thought of this part:
"I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
That uncertainty is so epic!
What could have she answered to this if after all "love is so short" ?
respetos,
Two Poems
Kalimullah
Struggling
Struggling with maximum effort to enter into the mainstream
A good job
A good family life
But slipped away
Struggling again
Time passed by
Gray hair covered the head
Struggling to enter into the mainstream
Slipped again.
Feel in the midst of darkness
Probably it will never end
There may be no light at the end of the tunnel.
Or I will not reach the end of the tunnel.
This is my script
Allah wrote it many years ago before the earth was created
What did I do
Because of it I am in the midst of darkness .
What should I did differently
I could avoid this darkness.
What should I do now
I would not be on it.
I am not worrying about it
It is a script
Allah wrote it many years ago
See the light or not see the light
It doesn't matter anymore
I feel the promise land
Which Allah promised to the people
I am among the beautiful companions
But no one to represent from the earth.
It doesn't matter anymore
I am among those who would be successful
It doesn't matter anymore
Would I see or not see the light?
I am submissive.
Oh! Allah make me among those who showed beautiful patience
After torment inflicted on them.
Oh! Allah guide me that I could show the beautiful patience
After torment inflict on me as a test.
And I bow down with those
Who bow down to declare your greatness
Oh! Allah guide me that I could have a beautiful death.
Last words before to take the last breath
" There is no God but Allah ".
After a beautiful sleep
I will wake up to walk to meet with Allah.
I will cross the bridge with the speed of light.
I am in the heaven
A KALIMULLA
Allah will talk with me.
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