Nicanor Parra

(September 5, 1914 / Chillán)

Acacias


Strolling many years ago

Down a street taken over by acacias in bloom

I found out from a friend who knows everything

That you had just gotten married.

I told him that I really

Had nothing to do with it.

I never loved you

— You know that better than I do —

Yet each time the acacias bloom

— Can you believe it? —

I get the very same feeling I had

When they hit me point-blank

With the heartbreaking news

That you had married someone else.


— translated by David Unger

Submitted: Thursday, December 08, 2011
Edited: Thursday, December 08, 2011

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  • Elena Sandu (8/23/2013 5:27:00 AM)

    How painful the beauty of acacias bloom... Sometimes is said that the longest, strongest love is for one that we can't have...By this poem, I think it may be true. (Report) Reply

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