Pablo Neruda

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

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • Rookie - 2 Points Tannu Sharief (6/5/2015 5:57:00 PM)

    Luv his poetry

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  • 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!

  • 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 - 1,487 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 - 466 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 - 1,487 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 - 14,713 Points * Sunprincess * (7/11/2014 11:32:00 PM)

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

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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Ode To Age

I don't believe in age.
All old people
carry
in their eyes,
a child,
and children,
at times
observe us with the
eyes of wise ancients.

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