Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and… — 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
Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth... — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say "Things happen." I have to dwell on… — 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
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
What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky? — 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
