It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself… — 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
Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a chain of fish hooks,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we've only just now been born, let's not fill our mouths with… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might… — 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
Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you,… — 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
