Pablo Neruda Poem

I like his way of putting things across.
His question poems are my favorites.

Here is a poem that makes you think and think and think....

Pablo Neruda

Sad Song

I wasted my life all night

doing some counting

not cows,

not pounds,

not francs, not dollars,

no, nothing like that.

I wasted my life all night

doing some counting,

not cars,

not cats,

not loves,

no.

I wasted my life in the light,

doing some counting,

not books,

not dogs,

not numbers,

no.

I wasted the moon all night

doing some counting,

not kisses,

not brides,

not beds,

no.

I wasted the night in the waves,

doing some counting,

not bottles,

not teeth,

not cups,

no.

I wasted the war in peace

doing some counting,

not the dead,

not flowers,

no.

I wasted the rain on the land

doing some counting,

not roads,

not songs,

no.

I wasted the land in shadow

doing some counting,

not hair,

not wrinkles,

not lost things,

no.

I wasted death in life

doing some counting,

and does it add up?

I don’t remember,

no.

I wasted life in death

doing some counting,

and if I show a loss

or a surplus,

I don’t know,

and neither does the land.

Et cetera.