Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda Poems

1. ‘carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’ 3/22/2010
2. ‘in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones’ 3/22/2010
3. ‘march Days Return With Their Covert Light’ 3/22/2010
4. ‘perhaps Not To Be Is To Be Without Your Being.’ 3/22/2010
5. A Dog Has Died 1/13/2003
6. A Lemon 1/3/2003
7. A Song Of Despair 1/3/2003
8. Absence 3/22/2010
9. Algunas Bestias 3/29/2010
10. Always 3/22/2010
11. And Because Love Battles 9/6/2006
12. Bird 1/3/2003
13. Brown And Agile Child 1/3/2003
14. Canto Xii From The Heights Of Macchu Picchu 1/20/2003
15. Castro Alves From Brazil 3/22/2010
16. Cat's Dream 1/13/2003
17. Chant To Bolivar 7/8/2009
18. Clenched Soul 1/3/2003
19. Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII) 9/9/2015
20. Death Alone 3/22/2010
21. Don'T Go Far Off 1/13/2003
22. Drunk As Drunk 1/3/2003
23. Enigma With Flower 3/22/2010
24. Enigmas 1/13/2003
25. Entrance Of The Rivers 3/22/2010
26. Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks 1/25/2003
27. Finale 3/22/2010
28. Fleas Interest Me So Much 1/3/2003
29. From – Twenty Poems Of Love 1/25/2003
30. From The Book Of Questions 1/20/2003
31. From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu 3/22/2010
32. Gautama Christ 3/22/2010
33. Gentleman Alone 1/13/2003
34. Here I Love You 3/22/2010
35. I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair 5/5/2011
36. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You 1/13/2003
37. I Like For You To Be Still 3/21/2014
38. I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent 3/22/2010
39. I Remember You As You Were 3/22/2010
40. If You Forget Me 1/3/2003
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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