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
The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Who hasn't sharpened the edge of his soul? When, just as our eyes are opened, we see hate, and just after learning… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent. — 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
