Pablo Neruda

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

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • John Doe 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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  • Jerusha Almario Jerusha Almario (5/5/2014 2:16:00 AM)

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

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

    Neruda you are awesome

  • Wahab Abdul 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, , , ,

  • Juan Rodriguez Juan Rodriguez (12/2/2013 10:38:00 AM)

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

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

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  • 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!

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (9/7/2013 12:04:00 AM)

    Neruda, your verses inspire me.

  • Modinul Ahsan Modinul Ahsan (7/15/2013 9:55:00 PM)

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

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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