A good Poem
"LOVE SONNET 20" by PABLO NERUDA
Tonight I can write
the saddest lines ....
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, and 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 the dew to the 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 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.
Pablo Neruda
HERE IS A LETTER WHICH I FEEL EVERYONE
SHOULD READ........
This is a true letter
Here is a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the Headmaster of a school
in which his son was studying. It contains an advice which is still
relevant today for executives, workers, teachers, parents and students.
"He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just and are not
true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel, there is a hero;
that for every selfish politician there is a dedicated leader...
Teach him
that for every enemy, there is a friend. It will take time, I know, but
teach him, if you can, that a dollar earned is of far more value than five
found.. Teach him to learn to lose.. and also to enjoy winning. Steer
him away from envy, if you can, teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Let he learns early that the bullies are the easiest to lick.. Teach him,
if you can, the wonder of books.. but also give him quiet time to ponder
the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a
green hillside.
In school, teach him it is far more honorable to fall than to cheat..
Teach to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him he is
wrong. Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with the
tough. Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when
everyone getting on the bandwagon... Teach him to listen to all men;
but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take
only the good that comes through.
Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad...Teach him there is
no shame in tears. Teach him to scoff at cynics and to be beware of too
much sweetness.. Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to highest bidders,
but never to put a price on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob.. and stand and fight if thinks he is right.
Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire
makes fine steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient.. Let
him have the patience to be brave. Teach him always to have sublime
faith in himself, because then he will have faith in humankind.
This is a big order, but see what you can do.. He is such a fine
little fellow my son!