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 ...
Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.Sucede que entro en las sastrer(Pablo Neruda)
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 ...
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 ...
Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruitof your gifts and destructions, into my hand,I would ...
NowLet's look for birds!The tall iron branchesin the forest,The densefertility on the ground.The worldis wet.A dewdrop or raindropshines,a diminutive staramong ...
The names of God and especially those of His representative Who is called Jesus or Christ according to holy books and someone's ...
The gay young men and the love-sick girls,and the abandoned widows suffering in sleepless delirium,and the young pregnant wives of ...
There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel :like a wreck we die ...
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 ...
Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,I cannot settle on a single one.They are lost to me ...
Rise up to be born with me, brother.Give me your hand from the deepZone seeded by your sorrow.You won't return ...
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 ...
With chaste heart, and pureeyesI celebrate you, my beauty,restraining my bloodso that the linesurges and followsyour contour,and you bed yourself ...
I'm Ram(Pablo Neruda)
Drunk as drunk on turpentineFrom your open kisses,Your wet body wedgedBetween my wet body and the strakeOf our boat that ...
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 ...
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 ...
Era el crep(Pablo Neruda)
Writingtheseodesin thisyear nineteenhundred andfifty-five,readying and tuningmy demanding, murmuring lyre,I know who I amand where my song is going.I understandthat the ...
La callese llen(Pablo Neruda)
When the trumpet sounded, it wasall prepared on the earth,the Jehovah parcelled out the earthto Coca Cola, Inc., Anaconda,Ford Motors, ...
Mara Mori brought mea pair of sockswhich she knitted herselfwith her sheepherder's hands,two socks as soft as rabbits.I slipped my ...
Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.Do not take away ...
To whoever is not listening to the seathis Friday morning, to whoever is cooped upin house or office, factory or ...
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