Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • Rookie - 0 Points Judy Eidson (5/16/2015 5:01:00 PM)

    I just discovered Neruda a short while ago. Where have I been? ? I love his poetry!

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Judy Eidson (5/16/2015 4:56:00 PM)

    Simply exquisite. This is my favorite poem about love. I cried the first time I read it.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,045 Points p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:39:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your philosophic verses very much.

  • Rookie ruth que (4/17/2015 1:48:00 AM)

    i like this poem coz i remember one person who become a part of me

  • Rookie - 69 Points Azad Bongobasi (4/16/2015 2:04:00 AM)

    hell poet, I like your poem. from bangladesh

  • Rookie - 456 Points Gexg Lalnuna (4/6/2015 1:50:00 PM)

    He was a great man who produced great work.He inspired in every level of my life and that I find it fascinating.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,045 Points p.a. noushad (3/18/2015 8:48:00 PM)

    Pablo Neruda, some of your poems touch me deeply.

  • Rookie - 2 Points Aysegul Avcu (2/25/2015 8:58:00 AM)

    Nice

  • Gold Star - 14,297 Points * Sunprincess * (7/11/2014 11:32:00 PM)

    ............happy birthday Pablo! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

  • Rookie - 18 Points Keith Sifelani (6/9/2014 12:14:00 PM)

    I think thats a great poem cause it changed my attitude
    towards crashes

Best Poem of Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,...

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In My Sky At Twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

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