In My Sky At Twilight

Posted on January 27, 2012


This poem is a paraphrase by Pablo Neruda 

of the 30th poem in Rabindranath Tagore’s The Gardener


In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud. and your form and colour are the way I love them.

You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet, the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,

oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’s wind,

and the wind hauls on my widowed voice. Huntress of the depths of my eyes,

your plunder stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love, and my nets of music are wide as the sky.

My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.