The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true. — 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
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was… — 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
I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the… — 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
Oh each successive night that comes has something in it of an abandoned ember that is slowly burning out, and it falls… — 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… — 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
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
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
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 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
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
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses… — 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
“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
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
“Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your… — 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
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
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
