On Finding A Copy Of Neruda's Love Poems At A Yard Sale

by Richard Davis

On Finding A Copy Of Neruda's Love Poems At A Yard Sale

Once the passion
of those poems
was enough.

Now the book is junk,
something to get rid of,
like the husband who cheated,
like the stack of cheap
romance novels bound
tightly with a knot
of white string.

Asked the price
her answer is quick:
"a quarter." She lets
the book go without
hesitation or a glance .

Tonight the moon
in her window will be
the only witness
to her tears.


Posted on 10/02/2008
Copyright © 2023 Richard Davis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/02/08 at 02:45 PM

okay, you got me w/ Neruda...and then did a gooooood job of putting me in her window, thru you pome[sic] i too get to witness the moon witnessing her tears, a coooool write.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/02/08 at 06:17 PM

You captured this reality so precisely. Wow.

Posted by George Hoerner on 01/29/16 at 08:28 PM

Love is the most poorly understood word in the world. It has no understanding, only feeling or not depending upon whether it is there or not!

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