Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Quotes

  • ''“Bitter love, a violet with its crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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  • ''“I want to see thirst
    In the syllables,
    Tough fire
    In the sound;
    Feel through the dark
    For the scream.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying...and every day on the balcony of the sea wings open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.”''
    ― Pablo Neruda, Love Poems
  • ''“Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“And I watch my words from a long way off.
    They are more yours than mine.
    They climb on my old suffering like ivy.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
  • ''“Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“I love you without knowing how, or when,or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ''
  • ''“About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you ” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda

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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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