Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Quotes

  • ''“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.” ''
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  • ''“When I got the chance
    I asked them a slew of questions.
    They offered to burn me;
    it was the only thing they knew.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“En el amor, como agua del mar te has desatado.

    (In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater)”''
    ― Pablo Neruda, The Captains Verses
  • ''“I am everybody and every time,
    I always call myself by your name.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“We must dream our way.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“Every day you play with the light of the universe.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
  • ''“He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.”''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.” ''
    ― 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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Some Beasts

It was the twilight of the iguana:

From a rainbowing battlement,
a tongue like a javelin
lunging in verdure;
an ant heap treading the jungle,
monastic, on musical feet;
the guanaco, oxygen-fine
in the high places swarthed with distances,

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