“Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I made these sonnets out of wood; I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and that is how they… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“ I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te… — 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
“I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Why did you pour tender fire so quickly, over my life’s cool leaves? Who pointed the way to you? What flower, what… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent distant and full of sorrow as though you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“LXXIX When I die, I want your hands on my eyes. I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to… — 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
