Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Quotes

  • ''A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.''
    Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), Chilean poet. Memoirs, ch. 11 (1974, trans. 1977).
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  • ''“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ''
    100 Love Sonnets
  • ''“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” ''
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
  • ''“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” ''
    Pablo Neruda, Love: Ten Poems
  • ''“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, youll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” ''
    Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
  • ''“Tonight I can write the saddest lines
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
  • ''“As if you were on fire from within.
    The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“so I wait for you like a lonely house
    till you will see me again and live in me.
    Till then my windows ache.” ''
    100 Love Sonnets
  • ''“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda

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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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