We Have Lost Even


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 between my hands.


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 is always turned to at twilight

and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.


Always, always you recede through the evenings

towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.


Pablo Neurda