Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda Poems

121. The Queen 3/29/2010
122. The Question 1/3/2003
123. The Saddest Poem 1/3/2003
124. The Song Of Despair 1/3/2003
125. The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone 3/22/2010
126. The United Fruit Co. 3/22/2010
127. The Weary One 1/3/2003
128. The White Mans Burden 1/13/2003
129. The Wide Ocean 3/22/2010
130. Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, 3/22/2010
131. Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines 1/3/2003
132. Tower Of Light 1/13/2003
133. Triangles 3/22/2010
134. Walking Around 1/13/2003
135. Walking Around (Original Spanish) 3/29/2010
136. Waltz 3/22/2010
137. Water 1/3/2003
138. We Are Many 1/3/2003
139. What Spain Was Like 3/22/2010
140. Xvii (I Do Not Love You...) 1/13/2003
141. Your Feet 1/13/2003
142. Your Hands 3/22/2010
143. Your Laughter 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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We Are Many

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They have departed for another city.

When everything seems to be set
to show me off as a man of intelligence,
the fool I keep concealed on my person
takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.

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