Pablo Neruda

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

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • Gold Star - 7,839 Points Rahman Henry (9/3/2015 5:11:00 AM)

    Pablo Neruda is wellread and popular poet in Bangladesh. We like to read his work both in English and Bengali which is our native language. He is also well translated in Bengali. With my Bengalization there are 60+ poems of Neruda in Begali Version. Love.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Lintang Sekartaji (8/11/2015 8:34:00 AM)

    Pablo is my favourite!

  • Rookie - 221 Points Lal Rin Kim (7/29/2015 3:20:00 AM)

    In my opinion, Neruda is the best poet in the contemporary world. With the kind of inclusive poetry, the way of his writing poetry, I just loved it.

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

    Luv his poetry

  • 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 - 1,896 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

  • Freshman - 608 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.

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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