<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Neruda on Poem of the Day</title><link>https://poemofday.com/categories/neruda/</link><description>Recent content in Neruda on Poem of the Day</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://poemofday.com/categories/neruda/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines</title><link>https://poemofday.com/p/tonight-i-can-write-the-saddest-lines/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://poemofday.com/p/tonight-i-can-write-the-saddest-lines/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is all. In the distance the night sings its useless song to the hills.
I want to turn toward my soul&amp;rsquo;s half-empty fields
and rake together the scraps of my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All of this is cold, and nothing matters, without love.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines of the night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>