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Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)
Poems of Pablo Neruda
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| 101. | Sonnet XXXIV (You are the daughter of the sea) | 1/1/2004 |
| 102. | Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked? | 3/22/2010 |
| 103. | The Dead Woman | 1/10/2005 |
| 104. | The Dictators | 1/13/2003 |
| 105. | The Eighth of September | 3/22/2010 |
| 106. | The Fear | 3/22/2010 |
| 107. | The Fickle One | 3/22/2010 |
| 108. | The House of Odes | 3/22/2010 |
| 109. | The Insect | 3/22/2010 |
| 110. | The Light Wraps You | 1/13/2003 |
| 111. | The Men | 3/22/2010 |
| 112. | The Night in Isla Negra | 1/3/2003 |
| 113. | The Old Women Of The Ocean | 3/22/2010 |
| 114. | The People | 3/22/2010 |
| 115. | The Portrait In The Rock | 3/22/2010 |
| 116. | The Queen | 3/29/2010 |
| 117. | The Question | 1/3/2003 |
| 118. | The Saddest Poem | 1/3/2003 |
| 119. | The Song of Despair | 1/3/2003 |
| 120. | The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone | 3/22/2010 |
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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.
