Pablo Neruda

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

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • Rookie Vuyokazi Ndobeni (3/13/2012 8:57:00 AM)

    i love this guy he is such a great poet.He inspires me.

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  • Rookie Brittany Nail (2/29/2012 6:37:00 PM)

    In How I met your mother Teds favorite poem was Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands

  • Rookie Grass Padrique (1/9/2012 9:04:00 PM)

    He's the best poet for me.

  • Rookie Traci Welch (12/22/2011 2:28:00 AM)

    this is probably a stupid question but here goes - the first time I heard this poetry was on an episode of 'how I met your Mother' and I was wondering if anybody knows the poem I am talking about - I have been trying to find it - it was astounding

  • Rookie Ryan Walker (10/19/2011 6:50:00 PM)

    I love Neruda, yet to get the full meaning of his poetry you have to see it in it's Spanish version as well.

  • Rookie rooba royale (9/21/2011 2:20:00 PM)

    really nice and inspiring poems...... i would like you to also come to my page and telll me about my poems too thank you

  • Rookie Jaira Joyce Tentoco (8/1/2010 2:56:00 AM)

    i love your poems=)
    keep writing=)

  • Rookie Desserray Whitcomb (7/5/2010 4:59:00 AM)

    I love your poetry! It and you also touch the heart deep down! Its inspiring! Its also heartwhelming! Don't stop writing! :)

  • Rookie Veronica N (4/15/2010 10:39:00 PM)

    Check out the first feature length documentary of Neruda in English and the bestselling edition of his poems in the US at http: //www.redpoppy.net/pablo_neruda.php

    Viva Pablo!

  • Rookie - 20 Points Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee (1/16/2010 6:38:00 PM)

    confused? but why such a great poet looks confused?

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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