“I love your feet because they have wandered over the earth and through the wind and water until they brought you to… — 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
“Oh Earth, Wait for Me Return me, oh sun, to my wild destiny, rain of the ancient wood, bring me back the… — 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 the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, I have no other star.… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Lovely One" Lovely one, just as on the cool stone of the spring, the water opens a wide flash of foam, so… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I Ask for Silence" Now they can leave me in peace. Now they grow used to my absence. I am going to… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“The whole human earth was bleeding. Time, buildings, routes, rain, erase the constellation of the crime, the fact is, this small planet… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Y por que el sol es tan mal amigo del caminante en el desierto? Y por que el sol es tan simpatico… — 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
“Que aprendeu a árvore da terra para conversar com o céu? What did the tree learn from the earth to be able… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Fear envelops bones like new skin, envelops blood with night’s skin, the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet - it… — 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
