We have to discard the past / and, as one builds / floor by floor, window by window, / and the building… — 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,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love...… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person… — 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
This time is difficult, wait for me: we will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“In you the earth… Little rose, roselet, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“We have to discard the past and, as one builds floor by floor, window by window, and the building rises, so do… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“This is what I am, I'll say, to leave this written excuse. This is my life. Now it is clear this couldn't… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth let's not… — 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
“Do you not hear the constant victory, in the human footrace of time, slow as fire, sure, and thick and Herculean accumulating… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes.… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say "Things happen." I have to dwell on… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and… — 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
