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

Lovly poem..
If we love someone, definitly we need some too in return..
Logicaly true..
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beautifully written,

I love this poem. It might seem like a bitter, prideful love, but love needs love to endure.

When two people are in love, the flowing emotions is just the reflection for each other. :)

Neruda has a unique way to put words together. Throughout the poem one can see that love is more than a four letter word. It is the abiity to let go of the loved one and give it its freedom. I personally enjoy the transition between stanzas. To see he is willing to forget if forgotten, and to see he is willing to love if loved couldn't have ben better displayed then the manner on which Neruda did so within the poem.

It simply means that loving me back is the food my love needs to grow...to survive and if I don't get that love in return, mine will eventually die.

Continued from my last comment: In fact, that Neruda says things like, [everything carries me to you], and [My love feeds on your love], tells me that he is admitting his dependence on her. Thus if she stops loving him and forgets him, his love will likewise diminish.

I cannot be sure without talking to Neruda, and of course that is now impossible since he is dead now these 40 years. But as I reread this poem it occurs to me that it is not so much selfish: hey, stop loving me, and I'll just stop loving you. Easy as pie. No, this love he talks about is too expansive (everything carries me to you / as if everything that exists...) to drop so easily as if costing nothing. Instead, I think this is a poem about how love cannot exist of itself. Love needs love (My love feeds on your love, he says) . If one stops loving you, it is not a law that you will stop loving them back, but they should not be surprised if they too are forgotten and replaced with another love. This poem tells me that it is very possible to lose the love of my love when I stop loving. This poem tells me to be careful.

Unrequited love is love never the less. Leaving another free to make her own choice has no bearing on the love he has for her.

all i see in this poem is a cynic who loves only for the sake of getting loved in return.
if his lovers love for him diminishes he mercilessly abandons her.
what an horribly self-centered person he is.
he shouldn't be given the right to love anyone.
he is a disgrace for all the pure hearted lovers in this world.