Pablo Neruda Poems on Nature (20 Poems)

The People (Pablo Neruda Poems)

I recall that man and not two centurieshave passed since I saw him,he went neither by horse nor by carriage:purely on foothe outstrippeddistances,and carried no sword or armour,only nets on his shoulder,axe or hammer or spade,never fighting the rest of … Continue reading →

Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines) (Pablo Neruda Poems)

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. Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I … Continue reading →

I Explain A Few Things (Pablo Neruda Poems)

You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?and the rain repeatedly spatteringits words and drilling them fullof apertures and birds?I’ll tell you all the news. I lived in a suburb,a suburb of Madrid, with bells,and … Continue reading →

And because Love battles (Pablo Neruda Poems)

And because love battlesnot only in its burning agriculturesbut also in the mouth of men and women,I will finish off by taking the path awayto those who between my chest and your fragrancewant to interpose their obscure plant. About me, … Continue reading →

Death Alone (Pablo Neruda Poems)

There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel :like a wreck we die to the very core,as if drowning at the heartor collapsing inwards from skin to soul. There are corpses,clammy slabs for … Continue reading →

A Lemon (Pablo Neruda Poems)

Out of lemon flowersloosedon the moonlight, love’slashed and insatiableessences,sodden with fragrance,the lemon tree’s yellowemerges,the lemonsmove downfrom the tree’s planetarium Delicate merchandise!The harbors are big with it-bazaarsfor the light and thebarbarous gold.We openthe halvesof a miracle,and a clotting of acidsbrimsinto the … Continue reading →

Ode To Sadness (Pablo Neruda Poems)

Sadness, scarabwith seven crippled feet,spiderweb egg,scramble-brained rat,bitch’s skeleton:No entry here.Don’t come in.Go away.Go backsouth with your umbrella,go backnorth with your serpent’s teeth.A poet lives here.No sadness maycross this threshold.Through these windowscomes the breath of the world,fresh red roses,flags embroidered withthe … Continue reading →

Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream (Pablo Neruda Poems)

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.Night revolves on invisible wheelsand joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber. No one else will sleep with my dream, love.You will go … Continue reading →

Sonnet VIII: If your eyes were not the color of the moon (Pablo Neruda Poems)

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking — continued about 26hours later ]of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,if even held-in you did not move in … Continue reading →

Entrance Of The Rivers (Pablo Neruda Poems)

Beloved of the rivers,besetBy azure water and transparent drops,Like a tree of veins your spectreOf dark goddess biting apples:And then awakening nakedTo be tattoed by the rivers,And in the wet heights your headFilled the world with new dew. Water rose … Continue reading →