KNOWING and NOT KNOWING

JF

“One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been from time to time in the closest intimacy.”
― Anthony Powell, The Kindly Ones

LINES FROM NERUDA

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.   

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 as she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her. 

Tonight I can Write.