Pablo Neruda 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...the last verses that I write for her. translated by W.S. Merwin PS. if there's one language i'd pick up, its gotta be Espanol, to appreciate Neruda's works in their true pre-translated glory.