Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Is 4 the same 4 for everybody? Are all sevens equal? When the convict ponders the light is it the same light… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again:… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
As slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I love you like the plant that does not bloom and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Oh, beloved, and there is nothing but shadows where you accompany me in your dreams and tell me the hour of light.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth.… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we've only just now been born, let's not fill our mouths with… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was a man… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“We had, as men, time So our thirst could slowly be satisfied, the ancestral longing to enumerate things and sum them up, to render… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“ I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
