I had a summer job working in a car factory when I was in university. Not a very dainty girl, I had a lot of really crappy, hard (heavy) jobs to do so sometimes it really sucked but I had a crush on this blonde guy who bolted tires onto the cars as they came down the line and a crush can make things alot easier. He had majored in English, I was majoring in English. It was a perfect match! Oh, except we never got together. Alas. But he did turn me on to two things: Pablo Neruda and Hemingway’s, A Moveable Feast.
– We Have Lost Even –
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin between my hands.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that is always turned to at twilight
and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.
– Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair