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 ...
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 ...
Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,I cannot settle on a single one.They are lost to me ...
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 ...
Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?Did you sing for the flower? For the waterwhose beauty whispered words ...
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 ...
Mara Mori brought mea pair of sockswhich she knitted herselfwith her sheepherder's hands,two socks as soft as rabbits.I slipped my ...
If suddenly you do not exist,if suddenly you no longer live,I shall live on.I do not dare,I do not dare ...
What it takes on this planet,to make love to each other in peace.Everyone pries under your sheets,everyone interferes with your ...
Oh yes I knew him, I spent years with him,with his golden and stony substance,he was a man who was ...
All those men were there inside,when she came in totally naked.They had been drinking: they began to spit.Newly come from ...
Maybe you'll remember that razor-faced manwho slipped out from the dark like a bladeand - before we realized - knew ...
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie ...
I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours' pregnant, ...
In the storm-tossed Chilean sea lives the rosy conger, giant eel of snowy flesh. And in Chilean stewpots, along the ...
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