Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Poems

41. Poesia 3/29/2010
42. The Fear 3/22/2010
43. Finale 3/22/2010
44. Gautama Christ 3/22/2010
45. Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream 3/29/2010
46. Chant To Bolivar 7/8/2009
47. Sonnet Xlii: I Hunt For A Sign Of You 3/22/2010
48. The Insect 3/22/2010
49. So That You Will Hear Me 3/22/2010
50. I Like For You To Be Still 3/21/2014
51. Luminous Mind, Bright Devil 3/22/2010
52. Entrance Of The Rivers 3/22/2010
53. La Muerta 3/29/2010
54. Algunas Bestias 3/29/2010
55. The Queen 3/29/2010
56. Sonnet Xcv:Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do 3/22/2010
57. Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked? 3/22/2010
58. Ode To Bird Watching 3/22/2010
59. Lost In The Forest 3/29/2010
60. Love, We'Re Going Home Now 3/22/2010
61. The Wide Ocean 3/22/2010
62. Enigma With Flower 3/22/2010
63. Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, 3/22/2010
64. Sonnet Xxvii: Naked You Are As Simple As One Of Your Hands 3/22/2010
65. Ode To My Socks 3/22/2010
66. ‘march Days Return With Their Covert Light’ 3/22/2010
67. Ode To Broken Things 3/22/2010
68. The Night In Isla Negra 1/3/2003
69. La Reina (And Translation) 3/29/2010
70. The Weary One 1/3/2003
71. Ode To A Naked Beauty 3/22/2010
72. Your Hands 3/22/2010
73. I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent 3/22/2010
74. Sonata 1/3/2003
75. Some Beasts 1/3/2003
76. Poor Fellows 1/3/2003
77. Ode To Maize 1/3/2003
78. Tower Of Light 1/13/2003
79. Lovely One 3/22/2010
80. In You The Earth 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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