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Pablo Neruda
By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Pablo Neruda

What's wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes, a mouth lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, a body just like those that have slipped beneath my body without leaving any memory.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Over your breasts of motionless current, over your legs of firmness and water, over the permanence and the pride of your naked hair I want to be, my love, now that the tears are thrown into the raucous baskets where they accumulate, I want to be, my love, alone with a syllable of mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he’d keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Huye. Aléjate. Extínguete. Mi alma debe estar sola. Debe crucificarse, hacerse astillas, rodar, verterse, contaminarse sola, abierta a la marea de los llantos, ardiendo en el ciclón de las furias, erguida entre los cerros y los pájaros, aniquilarse, exterminarse sola, abandonada y única como un faro de espanto.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Pablo Neruda

. . . they will say: "The one you love, is not a woman for you, Why do you love her? I think you could find one more beautiful, more serious, more deep, more other . . .

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

And let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Dark is the world’s night without you my love,

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain, and link by link, and step by step; sharpen the knives you kept hidden away, thrust them into my breast, into my hands, like a torrent of sunbursts, an Amazon of buried jaguars, and leave me cry: hours, days and years, blind ages, stellar centuries.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes vulgar and unacceptable. It is necessary first to pan though all other poetry in order to become a political poet.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

And so this letter ends with no sadness: my feet are firm upon the earth, my hand writes this letter on the road, and in the midst of life I shall be always beside the friend, facing the enemy, with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Sonnet LXXXI And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream. Love and pain and work should all sleep, now. The night turns on its invisible wheels, and you are pure beside me as a sleeping ember. No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time. No one else will travel through the shadows with me, only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon. Your hands have already opened their delicate fists and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move after, following the folding water you carry, that carries me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny. Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Pablo Neruda

I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Pablo Neruda

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses – that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel, we will rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult. Wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other, not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey — we need our hands to wash with, to make fire.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Pablo Neruda

I love you in order to begin loving you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that is why I do not love you yet.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

There is no insurmountable solitude.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Yo no me callo Perdone el ciudadano esperanzado mi recuerdo de acciones miserables, que levantan los hombres del pasado. Yo predico un amor inexorable. Y no me importa perro ni persona: sólo el pueblo es en mí considerable: sólo la Patria a mí me condiciona. Pueblo y Patria manejan mi cuidado: Patria y pueblo destinan mis deberes y si logran matar lo levantado por el pueblo, es mi Patria la que muere. Es ése mi temor y mi agonía. Por eso en el combate nadie espere que se quede sin voz mi poesía.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Madre de piedra, espuma de los cóndores. Alto arrecife de la aurora humana. Pala perdida en la primera arena.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Under your skin the moon is alive.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Pablo Neruda

The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called Pablo Neruda?)

By Anonym 16 Sep

Pablo Neruda

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all timetables.