Rough warehouses that growled ‘get lost’, To search once more for the light that singsīefore I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I always gained something from making myself better, That kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with:īeautiful is the flower of man, his conduct,Īnd every door opens on the beautiful truth _ Never an Illness…, The Sea and the Bells, Translation: William O’Daly It’s your flesh I want to go on touching. Photo credit: Wikiquote, Pablo Neruda Poetry Poems by Pablo Neruda Ode to The Cat It follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:īecause we were sown together in the earth #12 To Envy and it follows that I am, because you are: #10 Perhaps not to be is to be without your beingġ0. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle. There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. My feet will want to march toward where you sleep,īecause you wanted me to be, above all things,Īnd, love, because you know that I am not just one manīut all men. I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow, In your life I see everything that lives. everything is alive so that I can be alive: #7 Sonnet VIII: If your eyes were not the color of the moonħ. ( Rafael Alberti) #5 Your Feet, Translation: Donald D. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. The child who doesn’t play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and he will certainly miss him. Of men, only the pecking of ravenous birds,Īnd move slowly toward sweetness. Of childhood: apples sit beside the riverĭescended from black snow hidden in the Andes:Īpples whose sour blush hasn’t know the teeth Everything is ceremony in the wild garden #2 The Lost Ones of the Forest, Translation: William O’DalyĢ.
_ Sayings by Pablo Neruda #1 Everybody, The Sea and the Bells, Translation: William O’DalyĪnd like everybody. Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez once called him “the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language.” Neruda always wrote in green ink as it was his personal color of hope. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Neruda wrote in a variety of styles such as erotically charged love poems as in his collection Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair, surrealist poems, historical epics, and overtly political manifestos. He chose his pen name after Czech poet Jan Neruda. Leave my hand between your breasts so it can throbĮxcerpt from Wikipedia: Pablo Neruda (J– September 23, 1973) was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean poet and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. At night I dream that you and I are two plantsĪnd that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, #13-14 Rain (Rapa Nui), Translation: Anthony Kerriganġ3. #12 Night on the IslandĬould separate us. With smothered air and abrupt storms of flour:Īnd two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
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#11 Sonnet XII, Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon, Translation: Stephen Mitchellġ1. There are so many reasons, and yet so few,Īnd measureless as a kiss. In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,Īnd as long as you live it will be in your armsġ0. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses - that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. #6 Childhood and Poetry, Neruda and VallejoĦ. To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,ĭark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. My words rained over you, stroking you.Ī long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. #4-5 Every Day You Play, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, Translation: W. I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. How could one not have loved her great still eyes.ģ.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Ģ. #1-3 Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines), Translation: W. Library of Congress in 1966, Pablo Neruda Love Quotes and Sayings Pablo Neruda Love Quotes, Sayings and Poems Photo credit: Wikipedia: Neruda recording his poetry at the U.S.
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