Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Poems

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