''Latin America is very fond of the word "hope." We like to be called the "continent of hope." Candidates for deputy, senator, president, call themselves "candidates of hope." This hope is really something like a promise of heaven, an IOU whose payment is always being put off. It is put off until the next legislative campaign, until next year, until the next century.''Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), Chilean poet. Memoirs, ch. 11 (1974, trans. 1977).
''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).
''The darkness of a day elapsed,Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), Chilean poet. There Is No Forgetting: Sonata, Residencia en la Tierra (1925-1935) (1935).
of a day nourished with our sad blood.''
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In My Sky At Twilight
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.
The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!