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 ...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the ...
And because love battlesnot only in its burning agriculturesbut also in the mouth of men and women,I will finish off ...
I like you calm, as if you were absent,and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.It ...
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 ...
Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.Do not take away ...
And it was at that age… Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don't know, I don't know whereit came from, ...
Neither the heart cut by a piece of glassin a wasteland of thornsnor the atrocious waters seen in the cornersof ...
It was the twilight of the iguana:From a rainbowing battlement,a tongue like a javelinlunging in verdure;an ant heap treading the ...
I touch hatred like a covered breast;I without stopping go from garment to garment,sleeping at a distance.I am not, I'm ...
Oh yes I knew him, I spent years with him,with his golden and stony substance,he was a man who was ...
It was passed from one bird to another,the whole gift of the day.The day went from flute to flute,went dressed ...
Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.Night revolves on invisible wheelsand ...
Beloved of the rivers,besetBy azure water and transparent drops,Like a tree of veins your spectreOf dark goddess biting apples:And then ...
Love, we're going home now,Where the vines clamber over the trellis:Even before you, the summer will arrive,On its honeysuckle feet, ...
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 ...
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:You have moonlines, applepathways:Naked, you are slender as ...
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 ...
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,and both will defeat the darknesslike twin drums beating in the forestagainst the ...
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 ...
How neatly a cat sleeps, Sleeps with its paws and its posture, Sleeps with its wicked claws, And with its ...
Neither clown nor child nor black nor white but verticle and a questioning innocence dressed in night and snow: The ...
The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours' pregnant, ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you ...
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