Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • Lal Rin Kim Lal Rin Kim (7/29/2015 3:20:00 AM)

    In my opinion, Neruda is the best poet in the contemporary world. With the kind of inclusive poetry, the way of his writing poetry, I just loved it.

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  • Tannu Sharief (6/5/2015 5:57:00 PM)

    Luv his poetry

  • Judy Eidson Judy Eidson (5/16/2015 5:01:00 PM)

    I just discovered Neruda a short while ago. Where have I been? ? I love his poetry!

  • Judy Eidson Judy Eidson (5/16/2015 4:56:00 PM)

    Simply exquisite. This is my favorite poem about love. I cried the first time I read it.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 12:39:00 PM)

    Dear, I like your philosophic verses very much.

  • ruth que (4/17/2015 1:48:00 AM)

    i like this poem coz i remember one person who become a part of me

  • Azad Bongobasi Azad Bongobasi (4/16/2015 2:04:00 AM)

    hell poet, I like your poem. from bangladesh

  • Gexg Lalnuna Gexg Lalnuna (4/6/2015 1:50:00 PM)

    He was a great man who produced great work.He inspired in every level of my life and that I find it fascinating.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (3/18/2015 8:48:00 PM)

    Pablo Neruda, some of your poems touch me deeply.

  • Aysegul Avcu (2/25/2015 8:58:00 AM)

    Nice

Best Poem of Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,...

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In My Sky At Twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

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