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Clenched Soul and a Poem by Pablo Neruda

Hana Haley for VAGA magazine

“We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand, while the blue night dropped on the world… Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know…” by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda. Photography by San Francisco-based photographer Hana Haley

Hana Haley for VAGA magazine
Hana Haley for VAGA magazine
Hana Haley for VAGA magazine

Hana Haley for VAGA magazine

Hana Haley for VAGA magazine

Hana Haley for VAGA magazine

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 in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
–Pablo Neruda

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