You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth.… — 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
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does… — 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
I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that… — 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
Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency… — 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
The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor… — 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
