Poem a Day

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 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 immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a 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 voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is 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.

-Pablo Neruda

EDIT: I have received a request to remove this Robert Frost poem as it is still under copyright.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

-William Shakespeare

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

-Groucho Marx

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.

-Henry Van Dyke

Here’s to opening and upward…
and to yourself and up with you and up with laughing.

-E. E. Cummings

This above all—to thine own self be true.

-Polonius: Hamlet, I, iii.

Exuberance is beauty.

-William Blake

The sun,
with all those planets
revolving around it and dependent on it,
can still ripen a bunch of grapes
as if it had nothing else
in the universe to do.

-Galileo Galilei

Nothing is too wonderful to be true.

-Michael Faraday