Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda Poems

121. The Portrait In The Rock 3/22/2010
122. The Queen 3/29/2010
123. The Question 1/3/2003
124. The Saddest Poem 1/3/2003
125. The Song Of Despair 1/3/2003
126. The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone 3/22/2010
127. The United Fruit Co. 3/22/2010
128. The Weary One 1/3/2003
129. The White Mans Burden 1/13/2003
130. The Wide Ocean 3/22/2010
131. Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, 3/22/2010
132. Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines 1/3/2003
133. Tower Of Light 1/13/2003
134. Triangles 3/22/2010
135. Unity 6/18/2015
136. Walking Around 1/13/2003
137. Walking Around (Original Spanish) 3/29/2010
138. Waltz 3/22/2010
139. Water 1/3/2003
140. We Are Many 1/3/2003
141. What Spain Was Like 3/22/2010
142. Xvii (I Do Not Love You...) 1/13/2003
143. Your Feet 1/13/2003
144. Your Hands 3/22/2010
145. Your Laughter 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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