“We all arrive by different streets, by unequal languages, at Silence.” — 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
Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Como se acuerda con los pajarosla traduccion de sus idiomas?How is the translation of their languages Arranged with the birds? — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Hay una estrella mas abierta que la palabra 'amapola'? Is there a star more wide open than the word 'poppy"?” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set… — 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
“Como se acuerda con los pajaros la traduccion de sus idiomas? How is the translation of their languages Arranged with the birds?” — 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
