Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Love - Poem by Pablo Neruda

What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.

What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.

And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?


Comments about Love by Pablo Neruda

  • (9/8/2019 6:16:00 PM)

    I loved love get it (Report)Reply

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  • Solomon Njoku (9/11/2017 2:50:00 PM)

    good poem. (Report)Reply

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  • Brian Jani (4/27/2014 5:28:00 AM)

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

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  • (1/19/2013 5:22:00 PM)

    I like Pablo Neruda, but not this poem. I dislike how he puts down his love by saying what's wrong with her, and that he has kissed a thousand mouths more beautiful. It sounds more like love turned to hatred or coldness. Mean.

    Perhaps this poem is not personal?
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  • john tiong chunghoo (7/3/2006 7:55:00 AM)

    pablo,
    love is a dinner course
    with a lot of why why why
    tasting bitter, sweet, and sour
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  • (5/1/2006 12:44:00 PM)

    I love Poetry but. I would to read them in his mother thoung Spanish. I do read a lot but I'm Latino and I learn that is something is writern in Spanish or English. since the begining you sould read them firs in their leangage.any way.. I'll keep reading: D Love Poetry (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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