I can write the saddest lines tonight...

Found this poem from Pablo Neruda...I remember the first time I had read him, I was almost stunned. The words flowed like a turbulent river through a jungle...I had to spend some time with the lines to grasp all that was being said... there was so much being thrown at me at once ...I was overwhelmed.

This one below is apt for the times...

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I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me


The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.
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A potent name is a join-the-dots game...

I saw the cover of a book on a post somewhere:

Love Is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time

I like the title of the book. It will make me buy it.
I think potent names are ones that manage to capture numerous latent(and often disjointed) associations in one place. They are like join-the-dot games...incomplete and full of dots that you fill with your own associations. You join the dots and suddenly it's no more a title lying on a shelf...it is a story that has your memories and moments in it...it is personal.

I remember Puneet buying a book called 'Emergency kit of poems for strange times' without even checking it out... it turned out to be a regular compilation of poems. But I'm sure there must be many more Puneets around who would have bought the book by just looking at the title. And that is what a good name is capable of doing.

Going back to 'Love Is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time' , I read the review and it seems to be just as interesting as the title is.
So if anyone is planning to gift me a book, you know which one to gift.

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