Pablo Neruda Poems on Night (40 Poems)

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 →

Song Of Despair (Pablo Neruda Poems)

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 are raining over my heart.Oh … 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 →

I like you calm, as if you were absent (Pablo Neruda Poems)

I like you calm, as if you were absent,and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth.Since all these things … Continue reading →

Ode To The Book (Pablo Neruda Poems)

When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour oceanthrobs with fish,touches the feet, the thighs,the chalk ribsof my country.The whole of nightclings to its shores, by dawnit wakes up singingas if … Continue reading →

Castro Alves From Brazil (Pablo Neruda Poems)

Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?Did you sing for the flower? For the waterwhose beauty whispered words to the stones?Did you sing to the eyes, to the torn profileof the woman you once loved? For the spring? … Continue reading →

Ode to Clothes (Pablo Neruda Poems)

Every morning you wait,clothes, over a chair,to fill yourself withmy vanity, my love,my hope, my body.Barelyrisen from sleep,I relinquish the water,enter your sleeves,my legs look forthe hollows of your legs,and so embracedby your indefatigable faithfulnessI rise, to tread the grass,enter … Continue reading →

Your Laughter (Pablo Neruda Poems)

Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose,the lance flower that you pluck,the water that suddenlybursts forth in joy,the sudden waveof silver born in you. … Continue reading →

Poetry (Pablo Neruda Poems)

And it was at that age… Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know whereit came from, from winter or a river.I don’t know how or when,no they were not voices, they were notwords, nor silence,but from … Continue reading →

Sonata (Pablo Neruda Poems)

Neither the heart cut by a piece of glassin a wasteland of thornsnor the atrocious waters seen in the cornersof certain houses, waters like eyelids and eyescan capture your waist in my handswhen my heart lifts its oakstowards your unbreakable … Continue reading →