Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Poems

41. The Fear 3/22/2010
42. Entrance Of The Rivers 3/22/2010
43. La Muerta 3/29/2010
44. Sonnet Lxxiii: Maybe You'Ll Remember 3/22/2010
45. Gautama Christ 3/22/2010
46. Song Of Despair 3/22/2010
47. Poesia 3/29/2010
48. Sonnet Xlii: I Hunt For A Sign Of You 3/22/2010
49. Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream 3/29/2010
50. Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked? 3/22/2010
51. Castro Alves From Brazil 3/22/2010
52. Ode To The Artichoke 3/22/2010
53. Chant To Bolivar 7/8/2009
54. Sonnet Xcv:Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do 3/22/2010
55. Lost In The Forest 3/29/2010
56. The Queen 3/29/2010
57. Ode To Bird Watching 3/22/2010
58. So That You Will Hear Me 3/22/2010
59. Enigma With Flower 3/22/2010
60. Love, We'Re Going Home Now 3/22/2010
61. Algunas Bestias 3/29/2010
62. The Wide Ocean 3/22/2010
63. Sonnet Xxvii: Naked You Are As Simple As One Of Your Hands 3/22/2010
64. Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, 3/22/2010
65. Ode To My Socks 3/22/2010
66. The Night In Isla Negra 1/3/2003
67. The Weary One 1/3/2003
68. Ode To Broken Things 3/22/2010
69. ‘march Days Return With Their Covert Light’ 3/22/2010
70. La Reina (And Translation) 3/29/2010
71. Ode To A Naked Beauty 3/22/2010
72. Your Hands 3/22/2010
73. Lovely One 3/22/2010
74. I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent 3/22/2010
75. In You The Earth 3/22/2010
76. Tower Of Light 1/13/2003
77. Ode To Maize 1/3/2003
78. Poor Fellows 1/3/2003
79. Magellanic Penguin 1/13/2003
80. Sonata 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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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.

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