I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you,… — 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 waiting… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of… — 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
Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams… — 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
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love...… — 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
Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a chain of fish hooks,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes.… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling,… — 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
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
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
