Pablo Neruda Poems
|42.||Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands||3/22/2010|
|44.||Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz||3/29/2010|
|46.||Sonnet XLII: I Hunt For A Sign Of You||3/22/2010|
|47.||Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair||3/22/2010|
|49.||Sonnet XCV:Who ever desired each other as we do||3/22/2010|
|50.||Sonnet VIII: If your eyes were not the color of the moon||3/29/2010|
|52.||Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream||3/29/2010|
|54.||Sonnet LXXIII: Maybe you'll remember||3/22/2010|
|55.||Sonnet LXVI: I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You||3/22/2010|
|56.||Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter||3/22/2010|
|57.||Song Of Despair||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.