Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Poetry - Poem by Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
and open,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Comments about Poetry by Pablo Neruda

  • (11/27/2018 5:23:00 AM)

    So very true!
    And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
    in search of me!

    As we read through the masterly poems of the great, greatest ever if I may say, poet we clearly understand that it is Poetry that came to Neruda searching for her right perch, not Neruda who searched for poetry. Poetry came to him naturally, effortlessly. My heart swells!
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  • (9/17/2018 1:30:00 PM)

    I bless all of you, my children. (Report) Reply

  • (9/17/2018 1:25:00 PM)

    My Crew Is Big And It Keeps Getting Bigger, Thats Cause Jesus Christ Is My N***er (Report) Reply

  • (9/17/2018 1:16:00 PM)

    WoW tRuLy InSpIrInG! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (9/17/2018 1:15:00 PM)

    Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2018 9:19:00 AM)

    WoW tRuLy InSpIrInG! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

    (9/17/2018 1:30:00 PM)

    I bless you my child

    (9/17/2018 1:23:00 PM)

    I approve¿¿¿¡¡¡¿¿¿

    (9/17/2018 1:18:00 PM)

    Very true Jesus is the bread

  • (3/30/2018 1:50:00 AM)

    After reading this poem, only a heart of stone would not be moved by the intensity of feeling and the immensity
    of its descriptive, poetic inspiration on the mystery that is poetry.
    Other poets pallor in their description of what poetry may be.
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  • (6/3/2017 9:51:00 AM)

    This is so lovely. There's a new collection Soul Etchings. It portrays Originality, Style and a refreshing sense of form. These poets may be the future of Poetry, you can get the collection here (Report) Reply

    (11/23/2017 11:37:00 AM)

    i storngley agree with you

  • Indira Renganathan (11/10/2016 7:27:00 AM)

    excellent descriptive poem on poetry...great- 10 (Report) Reply

  • Ernest Makuakua (1/29/2016 5:02:00 AM)

    Poetry arrived
    in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
    it came from, from winter or a river.

    poetry seems to have ways to amaze one in entering our lives

    just not sure how i became one but as soon as it introduced itself to me i was infected with its disease and became inspired to write even more

    thanks for sharing
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  • Anita Sharma (11/18/2015 10:44:00 AM)

    lovely write loved and liked (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/27/2014 4:38:00 PM)

    Very nice layout of words (Report) Reply

  • (4/20/2012 5:53:00 PM)

    What is most beautiful? The quality of Pablo Neruda feelings or his perseverance in making them accessible for many in a wonderful simple way? I think the combination of the two is what poetry is, and without it, i will be as living a life but missing the essence of life itself. (Report) Reply

  • (1/25/2010 6:57:00 PM)

    Neruda knows how powerful poetry. he is a man who had lived and still living---infinite in his deepest emotion.. (Report) Reply

  • (6/18/2009 2:01:00 PM)

    I am looking for this poem in Spanish.... (Report) Reply

  • (1/4/2009 10:21:00 PM)

    Ahhh..poetry. The entire existence of everything inconceivable and imaginable left behind on the paper as your penpoint passes by and you grasp the thing that eludes you.....that is poetry, that is Neruda. (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2008 6:29:00 PM)

    Pablo Neruda! he is a great & pure poet of my youth... (Report) Reply

  • (11/24/2007 7:57:00 PM)

    poetry opened me. il postino sent me. i've started to write.
    thanks pablo neruda
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  • Edgar Eslit (9/3/2007 2:02:00 AM)

    Poetry, poetry and poetry is the language of a living soul. Pablo Neruda immortalizes such point in his 'Poetry'. He finds refuge for his immortal thoughts through the power of his pen in the form of poetry. Now its spirit moves on. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (7/4/2006 6:01:00 AM)

    yes poetry is full of mystery. sometimes, i too wrote poems as if they had written themselves and used me as the media to let loose their pains and joys. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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