Pablo Neruda

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

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • 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

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  • Rookie - 11 Points John Doe (5/18/2014 4:14:00 AM)

    My love,
    We have found each other
    Thirsty and we have
    Drunk up all the water and the
    Blood,
    We found each other
    Hungry
    And we bit each other
    As fire bites,
    Leaving wounds in us.

    But wait for me,
    Keep for me your sweetness.
    I will give you too
    A rose.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Jerusha Almario (5/5/2014 2:16:00 AM)

    He is really one of a kind. He touches the heart of every reader.

  • Rookie Eglis Mendoza (2/7/2014 1:10:00 PM)

    Neruda you are awesome

  • Silver Star - 3,796 Points Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 1:50:00 AM)

    According to Neruda it was through metaphor, not rational analysis and argument, that the mysteries of the world could be revealed, , , ,

  • Rookie - 0 Points Juan Rodriguez (12/2/2013 10:38:00 AM)

    Pablo Neruda es el mas grande de todos los poetas de America Latina.

  • Rookie C. Jimena Sanchez (11/15/2013 1:00:00 PM)

    Hello people, I need some help. I am looking for Invocacion by Pablo Neruda but in English translation or anywhere that has a name like it. Please help this an assessment that got to do! Will be really appreciate it. My email is jimenas2091@hotmail.co.uk

  • Rookie - 2 Points Jordan Black (9/20/2013 5:49:00 PM)

    This advertising in comments has to stop or scam artists sending love requests he's a REAL POET!

  • Veteran Poet - 1,487 Points p.a. noushad (9/7/2013 12:04:00 AM)

    Neruda, your verses inspire me.

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 Wine

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,

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