Pablo Neruda

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

Comments about Pablo Neruda

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

    Neruda you are awesome

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  • Silver Star - 4,065 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.

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  • Rookie - 3 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 - 1,911 Points p.a. noushad (9/7/2013 12:04:00 AM)

    Neruda, your verses inspire me.

  • Rookie - 14 Points Modinul Ahsan (7/15/2013 9:55:00 PM)

    One of the fabulous poets of the world....I just love his poems

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Otteri Selvakumar (7/1/2013 2:49:00 PM)

    wonderful human poet Pablo Neruda.....

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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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Some Beasts

It was the twilight of the iguana:

From a rainbowing battlement,
a tongue like a javelin
lunging in verdure;
an ant heap treading the jungle,
monastic, on musical feet;
the guanaco, oxygen-fine
in the high places swarthed with distances,

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