“ I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I made these sonnets out of wood; I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and that is how they… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I… — 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
I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots… — 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
so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that… — 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 it burrows into… — 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
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without complexities or pride: I love you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Amor" So many days, oh so many days seeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Lovely One" Lovely one, just as on the cool stone of the spring, the water opens a wide flash of foam, so… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I Ask for Silence" Now they can leave me in peace. Now they grow used to my absence. I am going to… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“With a chaste heart With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty Holding the leash of blood So that it might leap out… — 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
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
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
“Remembering her, it is as if my heart were buried in the rain. Again I think it’s she, but why would she… — 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
