Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Poems

41. Sonnet Viii: If Your Eyes Were Not The Color Of The Moon 3/29/2010
42. Sonnet Lxxiii: Maybe You'Ll Remember 3/22/2010
43. The Insect 3/22/2010
44. La Muerta 3/29/2010
45. Walking Around (Original Spanish) 3/29/2010
46. Leave Me A Place Underground 3/29/2010
47. Ode To The Artichoke 3/22/2010
48. Gautama Christ 3/22/2010
49. Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream 3/29/2010
50. The Queen 3/29/2010
51. So That You Will Hear Me 3/22/2010
52. Luminous Mind, Bright Devil 3/22/2010
53. Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked? 3/22/2010
54. Entrance Of The Rivers 3/22/2010
55. Enigma With Flower 3/22/2010
56. Algunas Bestias 3/29/2010
57. Sonnet Xcv:Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do 3/22/2010
58. Chant To Bolivar 7/8/2009
59. Ode To My Socks 3/22/2010
60. Lost In The Forest 3/29/2010
61. Sonnet Xxvii: Naked You Are As Simple As One Of Your Hands 3/22/2010
62. The Wide Ocean 3/22/2010
63. Ode To Bird Watching 3/22/2010
64. Love, We'Re Going Home Now 3/22/2010
65. Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, 3/22/2010
66. ‘march Days Return With Their Covert Light’ 3/22/2010
67. Ode To Broken Things 3/22/2010
68. La Reina (And Translation) 3/29/2010
69. The Night In Isla Negra 1/3/2003
70. The Weary One 1/3/2003
71. Ode To A Naked Beauty 3/22/2010
72. I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent 3/22/2010
73. Your Hands 3/22/2010
74. Lovely One 3/22/2010
75. Sonata 1/3/2003
76. Some Beasts 1/3/2003
77. In You The Earth 3/22/2010
78. The Dictators 1/13/2003
79. Tower Of Light 1/13/2003
80. Poor Fellows 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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