The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the… — 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
Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Hay una estrella mas abierta que la palabra 'amapola'? Is there a star more wide open than the word 'poppy"?” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were… — 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
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
With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea? — 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
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
