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Rating: 3.4

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,

to the eternal surf, to Time!
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Ana Burnhep 23 December 2010

These words are truly touching. This poem speaks to me, for so many reasons. I love Pablo Neruda. He was an amazing poet. One of the best. So romantic, Imagine what it is like to be loved by a man that can give these words.

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Angie Que 02 March 2012

It's the way he uses his words to evoke emotion from me that gets me...

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Vincente Ruiz 30 April 2010

you really inspire me with your incredible poems. they really touch my soul & heart.they make me feel like am in a flower garden full of roses.

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Vincente Ruiz 30 April 2010

the poem is romantic & touching.it's indeed beautiful & splendid, am so impressed by the way u create your words. i make you my idol.

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Allison Helman 28 June 2012

What a wonderful poet. If people knew how his simplicity accesses the profound, no one would ever want to believe or buy a greeting card again- much less live their lives like one.

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Unnikrishnan E S 24 November 2018

How a man’s true love looks at infidelity of his beloved. How tolerant it is. How delicious a poem. I have seen this is real life.

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Indira Renganathan 27 October 2016

For ever he is hers and in this regard he challenges...nice love poem-10

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Fabrizio Frosini 24 November 2015

SPANISH TEXT: ''Siempre'' Aunque los pasos toquen mil años este sitio, no borrarán la sangre de los que aquí cayeron. Y no se extinguirá la hora en que caísteis, aunque miles de voces crucen este silencio. La lluvia empapará las piedras de la plaza, pero no apagará vuestros nombres de fuego. Mil noches caerán con sus alas oscuras, sin destruir el día que esperan estos muertos. El día que esperamos a lo largo del mundo tantos hombres, el día final del sufrimiento. Un día de justicia conquistada en la lucha, y vosotros, hermanos caídos, en silencio, estaréis con nosotros en ese vasto día de la lucha final, en ese día inmenso.

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Theophilus Nnaji 10 May 2014

This poem is quite mature in scope. I love it!

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Theophilus Nnaji 10 May 2014

This poem is quite mature in scope. Love it!

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