Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Poems

1. Still Another Day: I 11/4/2015
2. Still Another Day: XVII/Men 11/4/2015
3. Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII) 9/9/2015
4. Epithalamium 10/20/2015
5. Ode To Age 5/14/2015
6. Unity 6/18/2015
7. Ode To Ironing 3/18/2015
8. Ode to Hope 4/20/2015
9. Ode To The Cat 1/20/2015
10. The Portrait In The Rock 3/22/2010
11. I Like For You To Be Still 3/21/2014
12. The House Of Odes 3/22/2010
13. Oda Al Tomate 3/29/2010
14. The Men 3/22/2010
15. Soneto Xvii 3/29/2010
16. What Spain Was Like 3/22/2010
17. The People 3/22/2010
18. The Old Women Of The Ocean 3/22/2010
19. Walking Around (Original Spanish) 3/29/2010
20. Waltz 3/22/2010
21. Poor Creatures 3/29/2010
22. Castro Alves From Brazil 3/22/2010
23. The United Fruit Co. 3/22/2010
24. The Eighth Of September 3/22/2010
25. From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu 3/22/2010
26. Ode To Bird Watching 3/22/2010
27. Lxxxiv From: ‘cien Sonetos De Amor’ 3/22/2010
28. Poesia 3/29/2010
29. Triangles 3/22/2010
30. Sonnet Ix: There Where The Waves Shatter 3/22/2010
31. Finale 3/22/2010
32. The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone 3/22/2010
33. Sonnet Xiii:The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair 3/22/2010
34. Song Of Despair 3/22/2010
35. The Insect 3/22/2010
36. Lone Gentleman 3/29/2010
37. Gautama Christ 3/22/2010
38. The Fickle One 3/22/2010
39. Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked? 3/22/2010
40. Potter 3/22/2010
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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