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
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All that I care to remember is that the acacias were in bloom.