Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Poems

1. ‘carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’ 3/22/2010
2. ‘in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones’ 3/22/2010
3. ‘march Days Return With Their Covert Light’ 3/22/2010
4. ‘perhaps Not To Be Is To Be Without Your Being.’ 3/22/2010
5. A Dog Has Died 1/13/2003
6. A Lemon 1/3/2003
7. A Song Of Despair 1/3/2003
8. Absence 3/22/2010
9. Algunas Bestias 3/29/2010
10. Always 3/22/2010
11. And Because Love Battles 9/6/2006
12. Bird 1/3/2003
13. Brown And Agile Child 1/3/2003
14. Canto Xii From The Heights Of Macchu Picchu 1/20/2003
15. Castro Alves From Brazil 3/22/2010
16. Cat's Dream 1/13/2003
17. Chant To Bolivar 7/8/2009
18. Clenched Soul 1/3/2003
19. Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII) 9/9/2015
20. Death Alone 3/22/2010
21. Don'T Go Far Off 1/13/2003
22. Drunk As Drunk 1/3/2003
23. Enigma With Flower 3/22/2010
24. Enigmas 1/13/2003
25. Entrance Of The Rivers 3/22/2010
26. Epithalamium 10/20/2015
27. Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks 1/25/2003
28. Finale 3/22/2010
29. Fleas Interest Me So Much 1/3/2003
30. From – Twenty Poems Of Love 1/25/2003
31. From The Book Of Questions 1/20/2003
32. From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu 3/22/2010
33. Gautama Christ 3/22/2010
34. Gentleman Alone 1/13/2003
35. Here I Love You 3/22/2010
36. I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair 5/5/2011
37. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You 1/13/2003
38. I Like For You To Be Still 3/21/2014
39. I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent 3/22/2010
40. I Remember You As You Were 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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We Are Many

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They have departed for another city.

When everything seems to be set
to show me off as a man of intelligence,
the fool I keep concealed on my person
takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.

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