Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Poems

121. Gentleman Alone 1/13/2003
122. Saddest Poem 1/13/2003
123. The Saddest Poem 1/3/2003
124. Poetry 1/3/2003
125. Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks 1/25/2003
126. I'M Explaining A Few Things 1/3/2003
127. Enigmas 1/13/2003
128. Your Feet 1/13/2003
129. A Lemon 1/3/2003
130. Clenched Soul 1/3/2003
131. Bird 1/3/2003
132. And Because Love Battles 9/6/2006
133. A Song Of Despair 1/3/2003
134. Xvii (I Do Not Love You...) 1/13/2003
135. Drunk As Drunk 1/3/2003
136. From – Twenty Poems Of Love 1/25/2003
137. A Dog Has Died 1/13/2003
138. Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines 1/3/2003
139. Sonnet Xvii 1/3/2003
140. Your Laughter 1/3/2003
141. Don'T Go Far Off 1/13/2003
142. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You 1/13/2003
143. If You Forget Me 1/3/2003

Comments about Pablo Neruda

  • Rosie Rock (7/14/2017 9:33:00 AM)

    nice, sounds great

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  • Hassan Hayati Hassan Hayati (7/3/2017 3:20:00 AM)

    nice, full of sense

  • Account User (6/22/2017 11:19:00 AM)

    This does poem by Neruda not speak of love of another.
    It speaks of self-love.

    Read it again- and think.

    When one really loves- one does not think of being loved.
    No. Not at all.
    Read it again- and think.

  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:44:00 PM)

    A great poet in any language.

  • Faith Fetty Faith Fetty (11/29/2016 8:14:00 AM)

    would you like to be my friend on here

  • Clement Antwi (10/30/2016 5:34:00 PM)

    I love him soo much

  • Sanili Saha (9/16/2016 11:36:00 AM)

    I can read and re-read to feel the resonance in his lines.....

  • Uddhab Naik Uddhab Naik (8/19/2016 9:54:00 AM)

    Outstanding piece of poetry...

  • Dddd Ssss (7/11/2016 8:25:00 AM)

    it is realy good poem

  • Otteri Selvakumar Otteri Selvakumar (6/26/2016 1:20:00 PM)

    Wonderful poet writing wonder poems

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,...

Read the full of If You Forget Me

Walking Around

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.

The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse
sobs.
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.

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