Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda Poems

41. If You Forget Me 1/3/2003
42. I'M Explaining A Few Things 1/3/2003
43. In My Sky At Twilight 1/3/2003
44. In You The Earth 3/22/2010
45. It’s Good To Feel You Are Close To Me 3/22/2010
46. La Muerta 3/29/2010
47. La Reina (And Translation) 3/29/2010
48. Leaning Into The Afternoons 1/3/2003
49. Leave Me A Place Underground 3/29/2010
50. Lone Gentleman 3/29/2010
51. Lost In The Forest 3/29/2010
52. Lost In The Forest... 1/3/2003
53. Love 1/13/2003
54. Love Sonnet XVII 3/29/2010
55. Love, We'Re Going Home Now 3/22/2010
56. Lovely One 3/22/2010
57. Luminous Mind, Bright Devil 3/22/2010
58. Lxxxiv From: ‘cien Sonetos De Amor’ 3/22/2010
59. Magellanic Penguin 1/13/2003
60. Nothing But Death 1/13/2003
61. Oda Al Tomate 3/29/2010
62. Ode To A Large Tuna In The Market 1/20/2003
63. Ode To A Naked Beauty 3/22/2010
64. Ode To Age 5/14/2015
65. Ode To Bird Watching 3/22/2010
66. Ode To Broken Things 3/22/2010
67. Ode To Clothes 3/22/2010
68. Ode to Hope 4/20/2015
69. Ode To Ironing 3/18/2015
70. Ode To Maize 1/3/2003
71. Ode To My Socks 3/22/2010
72. Ode To Sadness 1/3/2003
73. Ode To Salt 1/20/2003
74. Ode To The Artichoke 3/22/2010
75. Ode To The Book 1/3/2003
76. Ode To The Cat 1/20/2015
77. Ode To Tomatoes 3/22/2010
78. Ode To Wine 1/3/2003
79. Poesia 3/29/2010
80. Poetry 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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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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