Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda Poems

81. Poet's Obligation 3/22/2010
82. Poor Creatures 3/29/2010
83. Poor Fellows 1/3/2003
84. Potter 3/22/2010
85. Puedo Escribir 1/13/2003
86. Saddest Poem 1/13/2003
87. So That You Will Hear Me 3/22/2010
88. Some Beasts 1/3/2003
89. Sonata 1/3/2003
90. Soneto Xvii 3/29/2010
91. Song Of Despair 3/22/2010
92. Sonnet Ix: There Where The Waves Shatter 3/22/2010
93. Sonnet Lxxiii: Maybe You'Ll Remember 3/22/2010
94. Sonnet Lxxxi 1/3/2003
95. Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream 3/29/2010
96. Sonnet Viii 1/3/2003
97. Sonnet Viii: If Your Eyes Were Not The Color Of The Moon 3/29/2010
98. Sonnet Xcv:Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do 3/22/2010
99. Sonnet Xi 1/3/2003
100. Sonnet Xiii:The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair 3/22/2010
101. Sonnet Xlii: I Hunt For A Sign Of You 3/22/2010
102. Sonnet Xvii 1/3/2003
103. Sonnet Xxv 4/5/2003
104. Sonnet Xxvii: Naked You Are As Simple As One Of Your Hands 3/22/2010
105. Sonnet Xxxiv (You Are The Daughter Of The Sea) 1/13/2003
106. Still Another Day: I 11/4/2015
107. Still Another Day: XVII/Men 11/4/2015
108. Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked? 3/22/2010
109. The Dead Woman 1/10/2005
110. The Dictators 1/13/2003
111. The Eighth Of September 3/22/2010
112. The Fear 3/22/2010
113. The Fickle One 3/22/2010
114. The House Of Odes 3/22/2010
115. The Insect 3/22/2010
116. The Light Wraps You 1/13/2003
117. The Men 3/22/2010
118. The Night In Isla Negra 1/3/2003
119. The Old Women Of The Ocean 3/22/2010
120. The People 3/22/2010
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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