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 ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the ...
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 ...
Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruitof your gifts and destructions, into my hand,I would ...
The names of God and especially those of His representative Who is called Jesus or Christ according to holy books and someone's ...
I like you calm, as if you were absent,and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.It ...
Arise to birth with me, my brother.Give me your hand out of the depthssown by your sorrows.You will not return ...
Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?Did you sing for the flower? For the waterwhose beauty whispered words ...
Lovely one,Just as on the cool stoneOf the spring, the waterOpens a wide flash of foam,So is the smile of ...
Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.Do not take away ...
Out of lemon flowersloosedon the moonlight, love'slashed and insatiableessences,sodden with fragrance,the lemon tree's yellowemerges,the lemonsmove downfrom the tree's planetariumDelicate merchandise!The ...
All those men were there inside,when she came in totally naked.They had been drinking: they began to spit.Newly come from ...
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.You were the grey beret and the still heart.In your eyes ...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I ...
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your ...
It's good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,while I untangle ...
One time more, my love, the net of light extinguisheswork, wheels, flames, boredoms and farewells,and we surrender the swaying wheat ...
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,In the rapid undulant river of women,Braids, shyly sinking eyes,Light ...
March days return with their covert light,and huge fish swim through the sky,vague earthly vapours progress in secret,things slip to ...
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,the strength enfolding your delicate form,are not mother of pearl, not ...
Matilde, years or dayssleeping, feverish,here or there,gazing off,twisting my spine,bleeding true blood,perhaps I awakenor am lost, sleeping:hospital beds, foreign windows,white ...
Ancient night and the unruly saltbeat at the walls of my house.The shadow is all one, the skythrobs now along ...
Victory. It has come late, I had not learnthow to arrive, like the lily, at will,the white figure, that piercesthe ...
Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us lookfor the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,and let our ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon ...
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In ...
An odor has remained among the sugarcane: a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating petal that brings nausea. Between ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories