Pablo Neruda

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

The Song Of Despair - Poem by Pablo Neruda

You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time.
In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot's dread, fury of a blind diver,
turbulent drunkenness of love,
in you everything sank!


Comments about The Song Of Despair by Pablo Neruda

  • Rookie Li Away (9/14/2008 6:39:00 AM)

    the ever romantic poet of such great subtleties

    ' you swallowed everything, like distance/like the sea, like time/ in you everything sank'

    it did indeed

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  • Rookie Cecilia Nicoletti (5/12/2007 5:01:00 PM)

    it is Pablo the only universal poet from Hispanic Literature.
    A roamer life to the last of idealistic and romantic men.
    this poem pictures the colours of deep dispair. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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