Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

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  • kolby patterson (1/10/2018 10:53:00 AM)

    herro everyone

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  • Sara mcday (1/5/2018 7:54:00 PM)

    I love if you forgot me.

  • Alison Mujati Alison Mujati (1/3/2018 11:22:00 AM)

    This is amazing.......

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  • Mary Skarpathiotaki Mary Skarpathiotaki (12/20/2017 2:30:00 AM)

    i like too much the sonnets for love i vote 10++++++++++++

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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

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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In My Sky At Twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

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