Poems of Pablo Neruda
|61.||Ode To Bird Watching||3/22/2010|
|62.||Ode To Broken Things||3/22/2010|
|63.||Ode to Clothes||3/22/2010|
|64.||Ode to Maize||1/3/2003|
|65.||Ode to My Socks||3/22/2010|
|66.||Ode to Sadness||1/3/2003|
|67.||Ode to Salt||1/20/2003|
|68.||Ode To The Artichoke||3/22/2010|
|69.||Ode to the Book||1/3/2003|
|70.||Ode to Tomatoes||3/22/2010|
|71.||Ode To Wine||1/3/2003|
|80.||So that you will hear me||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.