Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda Poems

81. Poor Creatures 3/29/2010
82. Poor Fellows 1/3/2003
83. Potter 3/22/2010
84. Puedo Escribir 1/13/2003
85. Saddest Poem 1/13/2003
86. So That You Will Hear Me 3/22/2010
87. Some Beasts 1/3/2003
88. Sonata 1/3/2003
89. Soneto Xvii 3/29/2010
90. Song Of Despair 3/22/2010
91. Sonnet Ix: There Where The Waves Shatter 3/22/2010
92. Sonnet Lxxiii: Maybe You'Ll Remember 3/22/2010
93. Sonnet Lxxxi 1/3/2003
94. Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream 3/29/2010
95. Sonnet Viii 1/3/2003
96. Sonnet Viii: If Your Eyes Were Not The Color Of The Moon 3/29/2010
97. Sonnet Xcv:Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do 3/22/2010
98. Sonnet Xi 1/3/2003
99. Sonnet Xiii:The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair 3/22/2010
100. Sonnet Xlii: I Hunt For A Sign Of You 3/22/2010
101. Sonnet Xvii 1/3/2003
102. Sonnet Xxv 4/5/2003
103. Sonnet Xxvii: Naked You Are As Simple As One Of Your Hands 3/22/2010
104. Sonnet Xxxiv (You Are The Daughter Of The Sea) 1/13/2003
105. Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked? 3/22/2010
106. The Dead Woman 1/10/2005
107. The Dictators 1/13/2003
108. The Eighth Of September 3/22/2010
109. The Fear 3/22/2010
110. The Fickle One 3/22/2010
111. The House Of Odes 3/22/2010
112. The Insect 3/22/2010
113. The Light Wraps You 1/13/2003
114. The Men 3/22/2010
115. The Night In Isla Negra 1/3/2003
116. The Old Women Of The Ocean 3/22/2010
117. The People 3/22/2010
118. The Portrait In The Rock 3/22/2010
119. The Queen 3/29/2010
120. The Question 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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