Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • Veteran Poet - 1,567 Points Sayeed Abubakar (5/10/2012 9:14:00 AM)

    We have a poet here in Bangladesh named Kazi Nazrul Islam like Pablo Neruda. Neruda is great, undoubtedly. But Nazrul is greater. I will request all to read the poems of Nazrul. He is the national poet of Bangladesh. All great poets are the wealth of the world.

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  • Rookie Alice Mason (4/21/2012 12:33:00 PM)

    amazingly beautiful. you inspire me

  • Rookie Vuyokazi Ndobeni (3/13/2012 8:57:00 AM)

    i love this guy he is such a great poet.He inspires me.

  • Rookie Brittany Nail (2/29/2012 6:37:00 PM)

    In How I met your mother Teds favorite poem was Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands

  • Rookie Grass Padrique (1/9/2012 9:04:00 PM)

    He's the best poet for me.

  • Rookie Traci Welch (12/22/2011 2:28:00 AM)

    this is probably a stupid question but here goes - the first time I heard this poetry was on an episode of 'how I met your Mother' and I was wondering if anybody knows the poem I am talking about - I have been trying to find it - it was astounding

  • Rookie Ryan Walker (10/19/2011 6:50:00 PM)

    I love Neruda, yet to get the full meaning of his poetry you have to see it in it's Spanish version as well.

  • Rookie rooba royale (9/21/2011 2:20:00 PM)

    really nice and inspiring poems...... i would like you to also come to my page and telll me about my poems too thank you

  • Rookie Jaira Joyce Tentoco (8/1/2010 2:56:00 AM)

    i love your poems=)
    keep writing=)

  • Rookie Desserray Whitcomb (7/5/2010 4:59:00 AM)

    I love your poetry! It and you also touch the heart deep down! Its inspiring! Its also heartwhelming! Don't stop writing! :)

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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