Pablo Neruda Ode Poems

Among the market greens,
a bullet
from the ocean
depths,
...

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
...

Sadness, scarab
with seven crippled feet,
spiderweb egg,
scramble-brained rat,
...

When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
...

This salt
in the salt cellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
...

America, from a grain
of maize you grew
to crown
with spacious lands
...

Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
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Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
...

Now
Let's look for birds!
The tall iron branches
in the forest,
...

The artichoke
With a tender heart
Dressed up like a warrior,
...

Every morning you wait,
clothes, over a chair,
to fill yourself with
my vanity, my love,
...

The street
filled with tomatoes
midday,
summer,
...

I don't believe in age.
All old people
carry
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The animals were imperfect,
long-tailed,
unfortunate in their heads.
Little by little they
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Oceanic dawn
at the center
of my life,
...

Poetry is white:
it comes from water swathed in drops,
it wrinkles and gathers,
this planet's skin has to spread out,
...