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Poetry Quotes by Pablo Neruda

51 Poetry quotes by Pablo Neruda

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Neruda writes that love can be brief while the memory of it lingers a long time. He paints a picture of rivers that are sweet, asking why the sea tastes salty. He also says true poetry must be written with blood and felt with the same fierce passion.

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Poetry is an act of peace.

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“You pervade everything, you, pervade everything.”

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Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry.

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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

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What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?

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I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.

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In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

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It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

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And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

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Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

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“Si todos los rios son dulces de donde saca sal el mar? If all rivers are sweet where does the sea get…

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“I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent distant and full of sorrow as though you…

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“Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.”

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I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the…

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The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.

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“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so…

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“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of…

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Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses…

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“Why did you pour tender fire so quickly, over my life’s cool leaves? Who pointed the way to you? What flower, what…

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On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry…

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Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes…

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Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed,…

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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you…

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“And tell me everything, tell chain by chain, and link by link, and step by step; sharpen the knives you kept hidden…

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“Some poems survive it to become poems in another language,” he argued, “but others refuse to live in any language but their…

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My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do…

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“Amor" So many days, oh so many days seeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do…

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“ Poetry And it was at that age... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it…

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“LXXIX When I die, I want your hands on my eyes. I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to…

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Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of…

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“Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and…

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I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set…

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“Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I…

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“In you the earth… Little rose, roselet, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of…

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The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker.

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“He dormido contigo y al despertar tu boca salida de tu sueño me dio el sabor de tierra, de agua”

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“I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.”

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“Sometimes a piece of the sun burned like a coin between my hands.”

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“Como se acuerda con los pajaros la traduccion de sus idiomas? How is the translation of their languages Arranged with the birds?”

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“yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te…

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For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if…

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,…

“I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was a man…

“We had, as men, time So our thirst could slowly be satisfied, the ancestral longing to enumerate things and sum them up, to render…

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

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…

“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…

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…

“Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the…

Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive

“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”

“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender.”

“ I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you…

“Tonight I Can Write”