Pablo Neruda Poems
|4.||XVII (I do not love you...)||1/13/2003|
|5.||What Spain Was Like||3/22/2010|
|6.||We Are Many||1/3/2003|
|9.||Walking Around (Original Spanish)||3/29/2010|
|12.||Tower Of Light||1/13/2003|
|13.||Tonight I can write the saddest lines||1/3/2003|
|14.||Tonight I Can Write||1/13/2003|
|15.||Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love,||3/22/2010|
|16.||The Wide Ocean||3/22/2010|
|17.||The White Mans Burden||1/13/2003|
|18.||The Weary One||1/3/2003|
|19.||The United Fruit Co.||3/22/2010|
|20.||The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone||3/22/2010|
We Are Many
Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They have departed for another city.
When everything seems to be set
to show me off as a man of intelligence,
the fool I keep concealed on my person
takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.