“You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and… — 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
“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
“[…] the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though… — 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
The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“We have to discard the past and, as one builds floor by floor, window by window, and the building rises, so do… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“It's hard to tell if we close our eyes or if night opens in us other starred eyes, if it burrows into… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
It's hard to tell / if we close our eyes or if night / opens in us other starred eyes, / if… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“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 Image
