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 ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the ...
The gay young men and the love-sick girls,and the abandoned widows suffering in sleepless delirium,and the young pregnant wives of ...
Rise up to be born with me, brother.Give me your hand from the deepZone seeded by your sorrow.You won't return ...
So that you will hear memy wordssometimes grow thinas the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.Necklace, drunken bellfor your ...
Sadness, scarabwith seven crippled feet,spiderweb egg,scramble-brained rat,bitch's skeleton:No entry here.Don't come in.Go away.Go backsouth with your umbrella,go backnorth with your ...
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloudand your form and colour are the way I love them.You ...
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --because -- I don't know how to say it: a ...
The weary one, orphanof the masses, the self,the crushed one, the one made of concrete,the one without a country in ...
I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you hear me from far ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: ...
Don't go far off, not even for a day Don't go far off, not even for a day, Because I ...
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 ...
The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the ...
O tower of light, sad beauty that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea, calcareous eye, insignia of the vast ...
Neither clown nor child nor black nor white but verticle and a questioning innocence dressed in night and snow: The ...
Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you ...
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie ...
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