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 ...
I recall that man and not two centurieshave passed since I saw him,he went neither by horse nor by carriage:purely ...
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?and the rain repeatedly spatteringits words and drilling ...
And because love battlesnot only in its burning agriculturesbut also in the mouth of men and women,I will finish off ...
Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It's not my hands or yours It wasn't the girls with their hard ...
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 ...
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 ...
Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.Do not take away ...
Love, a questionhas destroyed you.I have come back to youfrom thorny uncertainty.I want you straight asthe sword or the road.But ...
It's good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,while I untangle ...
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going, that cuts noon lightlike a blue flower, without ...
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,and both will defeat the darknesslike twin drums beating in the forestagainst the ...
I have scarcely left youWhen you go in me, crystalline,Or trembling,Or uneasy, wounded by meOr overwhelmed with love, aswhen your ...
Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth,where I can go, when I wish to turn,without eyes, without touch,in the void, ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the ...
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