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Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda

A poem by Pablo Neruda: Sonnet LXXXI

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 amber. No …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Song Of Despair

Song Of Despair The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted like the wharves at dawn. It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one! Cold flower heads …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Soneto XVII

Soneto XVII No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Sonata

  Sonata Neither the heart cut by a piece of glass in a wasteland of thorns nor the atrocious waters seen in the corners of certain houses, waters like eyelids and eyes can capture your waist in my hands when …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Some Beasts

  Some Beasts It was the twilight of the iguana: From a rainbowing battlement, a tongue like a javelin lunging in verdure; an ant heap treading the jungle, monastic, on musical feet; the guanaco, oxygen-fine in the high places swarthed …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Saddest Poem

  Saddest Poem I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.” The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Puedo Escribir

  Puedo Escribir   Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: ‘La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.’ El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Potter

  Potter Your whole body has a fullness or a gentleness destined for me. When I move my hand up I find in each place a dove that was seeking me, as if they had, love, made you of clay …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Poor Fellows

  Poor Fellows   What it takes on this planet, to make love to each other in peace. Everyone pries under your sheets, everyone interferes with your loving. They say terrible things about a man and a woman, who after …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Poor Creatures

  Poor Creatures What it takes on this planet, to make love to each other in peace. Everyone pries under your sheets, everyone interferes with your loving. They say terrible things about a man and a woman, who after much …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Poet’s Obligation

Poet’s Obligation To whoever is not listening to the sea this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up in house or office, factory or woman or street or mine or harsh prison cell; to him I come, and, without speaking …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Poetry

Poetry And it was at that age … 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, no they were not voices, …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda: Poesia

Poesia Y fue a esa edad… Llegó la poesía a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde salió, de invierno o río. No sé cómo ni cuándo, no, no eran voces, no eran palabras, ni silencio, pero desde una calle …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda : Ode To Wine

Ode To Wine Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth as a golden sword, soft as lascivious velvet, wine, spiral-seashelled and full of wonder, amorous, marine; never …

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A poem by Pablo Neruda : Ode to Tomatoes

Ode to Tomatoes The street filled with tomatoes midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In December, unabated, the tomato invades the kitchen, it enters at lunchtime, takes its ease on countertops, among …

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