Pablo Neruda

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

Your Laughter - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

Comments about Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda

  • Gold Star - 68,164 Points Fabrizio Frosini (11/22/2015 4:51:00 PM)

    in Italian:

    ''Il tuo sorriso''

    Toglimi il pane, se vuoi,
    toglimi l'aria, ma
    non togliermi il tuo sorriso.
    Non togliermi la rosa,
    la lancia che sgrani,
    l'acqua che d'improvviso
    scoppia nella tua gioia,
    la repentina onda
    d'argento che ti nasce.

    Dura è la mia lotta e torno
    con gli occhi stanchi,
    a volte, d'aver visto
    la terra che non cambia,
    ma entrando il tuo sorriso
    sale al cielo cercandomi
    ed apre per me tutte
    le porte della vita.

    Amor mio, nell'ora
    più oscura sgrana
    il tuo sorriso, e se d'improvviso
    vedi che il mio sangue macchia
    le pietre della strada,
    ridi, perché il tuo riso
    sarà per le mie mani
    come una spada fresca.

    Vicino al mare, d'autunno,
    il tuo riso deve innalzare
    la sua cascata di spuma,
    e in primavera, amore,
    voglio il tuo riso come
    il fiore che attendevo,
    il fiore azzurro, la rosa
    della mia patria sonora.

    Riditela della notte,
    del giorno, della luna,
    riditela delle strade
    contorte dell'isola,
    riditela di questo rozzo
    ragazzo che ti ama,
    ma quando apro gli occhi
    e quando li richiudo,
    quando i miei passi vanno,
    quando tornano i miei passi,
    negami il pane, l'aria,
    la luce, la primavera,
    ma il tuo sorriso mai,
    perché io ne morirei. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,854 Points Susan Williams (11/17/2015 12:18:00 AM)

    Oh, now this is romance, this is love, this is what makes the world divine and life worth living! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 37,321 Points Rajnish Manga (11/16/2015 11:12:00 PM)

    The poem brings to fore the divine charm of the laughter of a lady love. Her laughter is both a means as well as an end in itself. I would like to quote:
    and it opens for me all / the doors of life /...deny me bread, air / light, spring / but never your laughter / for I would die. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,933 Points Ratnakar Mandlik (11/16/2015 11:10:00 PM)

    Fantastic poem, reiterating the magical power of laughter of loved ones that rejuvenates tired and even exhausted person and refills him with vitality. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,383 Points Seema Jayaraman (11/16/2015 9:56:00 PM)

    Laughter that opens all doors to life, awesome poem.. the healing powers of joy enveloping and uplifting other tired soul...loved reading this one and adding to my favorite list.. thanks (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (11/16/2015 8:22:00 AM)

    Most of this poem is easily understandable, and it is beautiful.
    However, some of it perplexes me.

    the lance flower that you pluck,
    the water that suddenly
    bursts forth in joy,
    the sudden wave
    of silver born in you.

    What is that supposed to mean? (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 5,735 Points Neran Sati (11/16/2015 3:40:00 PM)

    I gather first quoted line deserved by her stopping to lough (after brake?) , smoothly continuing to the laughter images

  • Gold Star - 12,153 Points Anil Kumar Panda (11/16/2015 6:32:00 AM)

    Laughter of the beloved is the most precious thing when you are tired and worn out. Very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,554 Points Manonton Dalan (11/16/2015 4:01:00 AM)

    laughter sometimes is the only thing we have. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 359 Points Rifqi Syahputra (10/21/2015 2:13:00 PM)

    romantic, erotic. idk who are the creator of this sweet thing. but from now, sir, i am going to find out who are Pablo Neruda (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,911 Points Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/30/2015 1:24:00 PM)

    Awesome poem.......Master of love poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,091 Points val Rogers (7/26/2015 8:06:00 AM)

    Just a melody sprinkled with sugar. Magnificent. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,117 Points Tanya Stewart-boateng (7/20/2015 12:33:00 PM)

    Absolutely exquisite. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,260 Points Phanice Wamukota (7/9/2015 2:19:00 AM)

    Pablo and love, the two are almost synonyms as far as poetry goes! ! Beautiful work. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 349 Points Samantha Belsey (5/31/2015 3:29:00 PM)

    I adore this poem and want someone to feel this way about my laugh. Exquisite penmanship as always, truly a master. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,988 Points Bharati Nayak (3/28/2015 11:59:00 AM)

    but when I open
    my eyes and close them,
    When my steps go
    When my steps return
    deny me bread, air
    light, spring
    but never your laughter
    for I would die.- -excellent expression of love.Find no words to describe the works of this great poet. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 36 Points Sandy Player (1/11/2013 9:32:00 AM)

    the first poem I ever enjoyed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gaki 24 (10/2/2012 10:23:00 AM)

    In the end this is what poetry is. (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 349 Points Samantha Belsey (5/31/2015 3:30:00 PM)

    Well said! isn't it just.

  • Rookie James Mallon (6/2/2012 10:56:00 AM)

    When my eyes tire and my step falters, do not deny me Mr. Neruda's poetry——for I would die. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Renjini Rajagopalan (3/1/2012 9:01:00 AM)

    Poignancy at its best. If one could ever learn to love a man by his words alone, I guess this would be it! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Preston Trip (1/24/2010 9:50:00 PM)

    it kinda cool how people who are good with words
    strike people dead to the center of there feelings so easily (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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