Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Poems

1. Still Another Day: XVII/Men 11/4/2015
2. Still Another Day: I 11/4/2015
3. Ode To Ironing 3/18/2015
4. Unity 6/18/2015
5. Ode to Hope 4/20/2015
6. Epithalamium 10/20/2015
7. Ode To The Cat 1/20/2015
8. Ode To Age 5/14/2015
9. Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII) 9/9/2015
10. The Portrait In The Rock 3/22/2010
11. The Men 3/22/2010
12. The House Of Odes 3/22/2010
13. The United Fruit Co. 3/22/2010
14. Oda Al Tomate 3/29/2010
15. The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone 3/22/2010
16. Waltz 3/22/2010
17. The People 3/22/2010
18. Triangles 3/22/2010
19. The Eighth Of September 3/22/2010
20. Sonnet Xiii:The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair 3/22/2010
21. Lxxxiv From: ‘cien Sonetos De Amor’ 3/22/2010
22. The Fickle One 3/22/2010
23. Soneto Xvii 3/29/2010
24. Sonnet Lxxiii: Maybe You'Ll Remember 3/22/2010
25. What Spain Was Like 3/22/2010
26. Poor Creatures 3/29/2010
27. The Old Women Of The Ocean 3/22/2010
28. Walking Around (Original Spanish) 3/29/2010
29. From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu 3/22/2010
30. Lone Gentleman 3/29/2010
31. Sonnet Ix: There Where The Waves Shatter 3/22/2010
32. Ode To Clothes 3/22/2010
33. I Like For You To Be Still 3/21/2014
34. The Fear 3/22/2010
35. Castro Alves From Brazil 3/22/2010
36. Song Of Despair 3/22/2010
37. Poesia 3/29/2010
38. Sonnet Viii: If Your Eyes Were Not The Color Of The Moon 3/29/2010
39. Leave Me A Place Underground 3/29/2010
40. Gautama Christ 3/22/2010
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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