Pablo Neruda

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

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • Besa Dede Besa Dede (6/27/2012 10:50:00 AM)

    Neruda is one of my favorite poets! I am inspired by the beauty of description he so masterfully crafts in his poems!

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  • Neela Nath Das Neela Nath Das (6/27/2012 8:32:00 AM)

    Neruda's poem is my inspiration.I love to read his poems.Simply nice!

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (5/10/2012 9:14:00 AM)

    We have a poet here in Bangladesh named Kazi Nazrul Islam like Pablo Neruda. Neruda is great, undoubtedly. But Nazrul is greater. I will request all to read the poems of Nazrul. He is the national poet of Bangladesh. All great poets are the wealth of the world.

  • Alice Mason Alice Mason (4/21/2012 12:33:00 PM)

    amazingly beautiful. you inspire me

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

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

  • 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

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

    He's the best poet for me.

  • 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

  • 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.

  • 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

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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