Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda Poems

1. ‘carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’ 3/22/2010
2. ‘in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones’ 3/22/2010
3. ‘march Days Return With Their Covert Light’ 3/22/2010
4. ‘perhaps Not To Be Is To Be Without Your Being.’ 3/22/2010
5. A Dog Has Died 1/13/2003
6. A Lemon 1/3/2003
7. A Song Of Despair 1/3/2003
8. Absence 3/22/2010
9. Algunas Bestias 3/29/2010
10. Always 3/22/2010
11. And Because Love Battles 9/6/2006
12. Bird 1/3/2003
13. Brown And Agile Child 1/3/2003
14. Canto Xii From The Heights Of Macchu Picchu 1/20/2003
15. Castro Alves From Brazil 3/22/2010
16. Cat's Dream 1/13/2003
17. Chant To Bolivar 7/8/2009
18. Clenched Soul 1/3/2003
19. Death Alone 3/22/2010
20. Don'T Go Far Off 1/13/2003
21. Drunk As Drunk 1/3/2003
22. Enigma With Flower 3/22/2010
23. Enigmas 1/13/2003
24. Entrance Of The Rivers 3/22/2010
25. Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks 1/25/2003
26. Finale 3/22/2010
27. Fleas Interest Me So Much 1/3/2003
28. From – Twenty Poems Of Love 1/25/2003
29. From The Book Of Questions 1/20/2003
30. From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu 3/22/2010
31. Gautama Christ 3/22/2010
32. Gentleman Alone 1/13/2003
33. Here I Love You 3/22/2010
34. I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair 5/5/2011
35. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You 1/13/2003
36. I Like For You To Be Still 3/21/2014
37. I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent 3/22/2010
38. I Remember You As You Were 3/22/2010
39. If You Forget Me 1/3/2003
40. I'M Explaining A Few Things 1/3/2003
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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