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
I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living. — 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 don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked… — 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
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Sonnet LXXXI And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream. Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want… — 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
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
