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More from Pablo Neruda

all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

A Dog Has Died

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

A Dog Has Died

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don’t now and never did lie to each other.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Tonight I Can Write

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.