Pablo Neruda

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

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If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

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  • Abhishek Tiwari (10/8/2011 5:21:00 AM)

    True, like the life in the aroma, and death in the ash, of the poem..
    I am dumbstruck..
    Its so true..
    'Love' is the word most easily uttered..from the moment v break the shell of life..
    Bt i knw its most difficult to comprehend..
    Love is the truth of life..
    And for most its merely a lie.. (Report) Reply

  • Selene Reynolds (9/3/2011 12:51:00 PM)

    understand it. it's hard to love some1 in that way who doesn't love you back... then it is easier to love someone who loves you. I think it may be more true for men. Women... are more complicated... my theory as of now. Women are wired differently, they have to love... even when it's tough... as when dealing with kids (Report) Reply

  • Katrina Widener (2/21/2011 4:08:00 PM)

    Pablo Neruda is known as 'the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language.' Although all of his poems are beautiful in their own way, I find 'If You Forget Me' to have a certain realness about it. He simply states that if you love me, I will love you, but if you choose to pull away, I won’t be chasing you. Everyone wants to express that emotion – if you scorn me, I won’t be around when you come back. (Report) Reply

  • Uriah Hamilton (10/20/2010 10:36:00 PM)

    A Tenderness I Can’t Explain

    By Uriah Lee Hamilton

    These feelings are intoxicating
    With arms entwined
    Beneath blue sky ablaze with dreams.

    At your mother’s house
    In the summertime,
    We prayed by the milk tree
    Silently and sincerely.

    I surrendered to my heart
    A long time ago
    Concerning your eyes,
    I’ve never found a place before
    I never wanted to leave.

    Yesterday, I dreamt
    We were making love on a train;
    I woke up on a bus holding the necklace
    I bought for you.

    I adore your face
    Without makeup,
    A tenderness I can’t explain.

    Let’s have a glass of wine
    In the sunlight of your apartment.

    11: 24P.M.10-20-2010 (Report) Reply

  • Shamik Sen (9/30/2010 8:45:00 AM)

    this is the answer to a certain cult of people... apotheosis of optimism in a distinct way and is starkly different.... (Report) Reply

  • Sujit Sinha (7/1/2010 12:11:00 PM)

    If the script in English be so good
    God, what must be its impact in native Spanish! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Luz Etchemendigaray (6/16/2010 12:15:00 AM)

    The best to read Neruda is to read is his poems in Spanish. Otherwise you will loose the musical words, the sensuality of his words. He liked to say that words are similar to fruits, you need to taste words in your mouth, he was a man that loved nature, the woods, the smell of trees, of sea, the touch of skin. Confieso que he vivido is a book where he try to explain his feeling about words: especially a chapter called 'Las palabras'. His houses in Chile show his way of thinking and feelings: La chascona and Isla Negra. It is a wonderful trip to know more about him and about yourself.- (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Sky (5/19/2010 9:46:00 AM)

    Great! ! ! Need of of holding on to sad memories just because someone stopped loving you- life has to go on happily like nothing has ever happened. Pablo, you are the man. (Report) Reply

  • Vivi Villa (5/19/2010 12:17:00 AM)

    I love Neruda. In english this poem is spanish it is sheer perfection! If you can, read it in spanish! (Report) Reply

  • Hans Vr (5/15/2010 7:22:00 AM)

    After reading the first part from 'crystal moon' to the 'isles of yours' you feel like being submerged in a flow of fantastic poetry, floating to the summit of poetic love. But then suddenly comes the cold threat, the sharp uncertaintly contrasting sharply. ' If you forget me, I will have forgotten you first'. And then he gives himself again a bit more carefuly though over to the wonderful loving feeling. The contrast is jolting. I think I would have liked it better if the poem stopped after the first part, a supreme masterpiece of poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Mthoko Mpofaxa (5/14/2010 8:32:00 PM)

    I love this poem. The writer has a heart and writes from many poets but hes portrayed his point of view excellently. (Report) Reply

  • a a (5/13/2010 11:32:00 PM)

    technique causes the lines of the work to be seen, natural instinct allows the poem to flow seamlessly, he has used all the internal reflexes of his poetic mind for this one. (Report) Reply

  • Emma Adel (4/12/2010 4:18:00 PM)

    Wow Awesome :)
    I like it a lot. New words, New idea in love. have an amazing feeling.
    I didn't read anything in same (Report) Reply

  • Dale Beckwith (3/22/2010 3:48:00 AM)

    Is it just me or does anyone else find the image of Neruda with his roots in the shore a bit strange? I don't mind the metaphor but the fact that he has joined it with the line the 'I shall lift my arms' causes a metaphor/reality paradox which, to me, seems clumsy. Perhaps it is something to do with the translation? (Report) Reply

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