Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda Poems

121. Walking Around (Original Spanish) 3/29/2010
122. Lxxxiv From: ‘cien Sonetos De Amor’ 3/22/2010
123. Triangles 3/22/2010
124. Ode To Bird Watching 3/22/2010
125. Sonnet Xiii:The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair 3/22/2010
126. Sonnet Viii: If Your Eyes Were Not The Color Of The Moon 3/29/2010
127. The Fickle One 3/22/2010
128. The People 3/22/2010
129. The United Fruit Co. 3/22/2010
130. The Old Women Of The Ocean 3/22/2010
131. Waltz 3/22/2010
132. The Eighth Of September 3/22/2010
133. The House Of Odes 3/22/2010
134. Sonnet Xxxiv 3/29/2010
135. The Men 3/22/2010
136. Oda Al Tomate 3/29/2010
137. What Spain Was Like 3/22/2010
138. The Portrait In The Rock 3/22/2010
139. I Like For You To Be Still 3/21/2014
140. Ode To The Cat 1/20/2015
141. Ode To Ironing 3/18/2015
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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Some Beasts

It was the twilight of the iguana:

From a rainbowing battlement,
a tongue like a javelin
lunging in verdure;
an ant heap treading the jungle,
monastic, on musical feet;
the guanaco, oxygen-fine
in the high places swarthed with distances,

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