Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

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  • Chukwuma Ndububa Chukwuma Ndububa (10/2/2017 3:59:00 PM)

    20th century's greatest in any language? ! I don't get. Was Pablo able to write in all the/most languages? In any case, much kudos to the widely acclaimed bard.

  • Biswa Ranjan Nayak Biswa Ranjan Nayak (9/23/2017 8:16:00 PM)

    ''“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” ''
    I enjoy your poem deeply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/17/2017 9:23:00 AM)

    Your poems speak more of you than we mere short sighted people can..
    Your unparalleled vision and skill of writing keeps amazing us, the lover in us is thrilled and afresh again, every time one reads a poem.

  • Erica Hollander (7/25/2017 10:33:00 AM)

    automated reading is a sin an d a disaster

  • Rosie Rock (7/14/2017 9:33:00 AM)

    nice, sounds great

  • Hassan Hayati Hassan Hayati (7/3/2017 3:20:00 AM)

    nice, full of sense

  • Account User (6/22/2017 11:19:00 AM)

    This does poem by Neruda not speak of love of another.
    It speaks of self-love.

    Read it again- and think.

    When one really loves- one does not think of being loved.
    No. Not at all.
    Read it again- and think.

  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:44:00 PM)

    A great poet in any language.

  • Faith Fetty Faith Fetty (11/29/2016 8:14:00 AM)

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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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