Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Leaning Into The Afternoons - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.

I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.

The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.

Comments about Leaning Into The Afternoons by Pablo Neruda

  • (11/29/2014 7:46:00 AM)

    A great poem on human emotions beautifully in the poem of the great poet and likes it. (Report)Reply

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  • Brian Jani (4/27/2014 5:20:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report)Reply

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  • (1/1/2008 3:03:00 PM)

    I particularly like the last two couplets. It's interesting, even though the piece obviously holds no pretensions to the form, this poem feels quite a bit like a ghazal. Simply the feel of the lines, I suppose. For some reason, Neruda has never grown on me as I would like him to do, but I rather like this. Perhaps I simply need to read more of his work. (Report)Reply

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  • (11/22/2006 6:26:00 AM)

    No person who has ever loved should be without a poem from Neruda. No-one. (Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoo (7/3/2006 7:51:00 AM)

    pablo, my share of your experience of love

    your walk
    it soothes the part of my heart
    that springs smartness

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  • (10/8/2004 11:47:00 PM)

    i cant get enough of him. thsi was the fisrt poem i heard from pablo and it really broke my heart....
    leaning is something surreal...

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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