
The poem is a lamentation of the loss of a loved one, with the speaker addressing the deceased directly. The tone is melancholic and nostalgic, with vivid imagery evoking the memories of the past. The speaker yearns for the return of the beloved, but acknowledges the impossibility of it, resigned to the fact that death is irreversible.
By Pablo Neruda · First published 1954 · Genre: Poetry, Lyric Poetry, Romanticism · 274 words
To all, to you silent beings of the night who took my hand in the darkness, to you, lamps of immortal light, star lines, staff of life, secret brethren, to all, to you,
I say: there's no giving thanks, nothing can fill the wineglasses of purity, nothing can contain all the sun in the invincible springtime's flags, like your quiet dignity.
I only think that I've perhaps been worthy of so much simplicity, of a flower so pure, that perhaps I'm you, that's right, that bit of earth, flour, and song, that natural batch that knows whence it comes and where it belongs.
To all, to you is listed on Textopian as a poem by Pablo Neruda, dated 1954 CE.
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Love · Passion · Intimacy · Desire · Sensuality · Eroticism · Romance · Poetry · Latin American Literature · Chilean Culture · Emotional Depth · Lyrical Language