Intimate Loss: Grieving a Lover

So these podcasts offer different themes , different techniques , different ways of grieving , different ways of mourning and sharing the intimacy , the immediacy of your loss as you continue on your own grief journey and weave that loss into the fabric of your life . You're always welcome in our circle of healing , love and support .

The loss of a lover is the most intimate and personal of all losses , one that we rarely speak about , even in our grief groups , even to our therapists , even to those who help us grieve , because it's so intimate , so personal . So today I offer these poems from Pablo Neruda to address the loss of a lover .

The following is a series of love poems from Pablo Neruda , a 20th century Chilean poet who won the Nobel Prize in the 70s . These poems are particularly poignant and are in memory of a lost love , things which many of us struggle with , sometimes immediately , sometimes in anticipation of death and throughout the years after we've lost

our loved one . It's called Tonight I . I Can Write --Tonight Tonight , I Can Write the saddest lines . Write , for example the night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance . The night wind revolves in the sky and sings . Tonight I can write the saddest lines . I loved you and sometimes you loved me too .

Through nights like this one , I held you in my arms , I kissed you again and again under the endless sky . You loved me . Sometimes I loved you too . How could one not have loved your great still eyes ?

Tonight I can write the saddest lines To think that I do not have you , to feel that I have lost you , to hear the immense night , still more immense without you , and the verse falls to the soul like dew in the pasture . What does it matter that my love could not keep you ? The night is starry and you are not with me . This is all In the distance .

Someone is singing In the distance . soul is not satisfied that it has lost you . My sight tries to find you , as though to bring you closer . My heart looks for you and you are not with me . The same night , whitening the same trees . We of that time are no longer the same . I no longer love you , that's certain . But how I loved you .

My voice tried to find the wind , to touch your hearing . Another's , you will be another's , and you were as you were before my kisses , your voice , your body , your infinite eyes . I no longer love you , that's certain . But maybe I love you . Love is so short , forgetting is so long .

Though this be the last pain that you make me suffer and these the last verses that I write for you . These poems are in memory of a lost love , things which many of us struggle with , sometimes immediately , sometimes in anticipation of death , and throughout the years after we've lost our loved

one . --The light wraps you in its mortal flame , abstracted , pale mourner , standing that way against the old propellers of the twilight that revolves around you , speechless , my friend , alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead and filled with the lives of fire , pure air of the ruined day .

The bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment , the great roots of night grow suddenly from your soul and the things that hide in you come out again , so that a blue and pallid people , your newly born , takes nourishment .

O , magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold , rise , lead and possess a creation so rich in life that its flowers perish and is full of sadness-- . This one is called White Bee . --White bee , you buzz in my soul , drunk with honey , and your flight winds in slow spirals of smoke .

I am the one without hope , the word without echoes , he who lost everything and he who had everything Lost . hauser , in your creeks , my last longing in my barren land . You are the final rose , o you who are silent that the night flutters . Your body , a frightened statue . You have deep eyes in which the night flails , cool arms of flowers and lap of rose .

A butterfly of shadow has come to sleep on you . Ah , you who are silent . Here is the solitude from which you are absent . It is raining , the sea wind is hunting stray gulls , the water walks barefoot in the wet streets . From that tree , the leaves complain as though they were sick . White bee , even when you are gone , you buzz in my soul .

You live again in time , slender and silent . Ah , you who are silent-- .

The next one is called "we have Lost Even . We have lost even this twilight . No one saw us this evening , hand in hand , when the blue night dropped on the world .

I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountaintops , 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 Saying what ?

Why will the hole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away ? The book fell . That has 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 . This one is called " I Like for you to Be Still .

I like for you to be still . It is though you were absent and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you . No-transcript , as all things are filled with my soul . You emerge from things filled with my soul . You are , like my soul , a butterfly of dream , and you are like the word melancholy .

I like for you to be still and you seem far away . It sounds as though you were lamenting a butterfly cooing like a dove , and you hear me from far away and my voice does not reach you . Let me come to be still in your silence and let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp , simple as a ring .

You are like the night , with its stillness and constellations . Your silence is that of a star , as remote and candid I like for you to be still . It is though you were absent , distant and full of sorrow . It is though you were absent , distant and full of sorrow , as though you had died . One word , then , one smile , is enough . I am happy

. Happy that it's not true . concludes another episode . A new one drops every Friday . I hope you'll join us on Spotify , amazon Amazon or Apple Podcasts . Please contact me through my email in the show notes if you're interested in spiritual direction . While while grieving over Zoom , . take Take care of yourselves and your broken hearts . Travel safely with God .

Vaya con Dios .