Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Your Laughter - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

Comments about Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda

  • Kishor Kumar Mishra (10/18/2017 9:34:00 PM)

    A nice poem by Pablo Neruda. A goo read. (Report) Reply

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  • Afrooz Jafarinoor (10/3/2017 2:47:00 PM)

    Very beautiful love poem (Report) Reply

  • (7/12/2017 10:59:00 PM)

    The power of laughter to heal, injure, deflect and reflect is potent in this poem (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (12/22/2016 10:47:00 AM)

    tom allport
    laughter is infectious and makes the world seem alright (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O' Brian (12/12/2016 4:17:00 PM)

    This last stanza is one of the most romantic passages in literature. I come back to this time and again, for it is not the moon-eyed gazes and ardent professions, or even the passionate embrace that is the hallmark of true love, it is the ability to still laugh the years away despite all passage of time. Truly beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • (11/15/2016 3:33:00 AM)

    Reading this poem makes me picture out the one I love
    Truly amazing
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  • Indira Renganathan (11/11/2016 7:13:00 AM)

    A definition for a love poem.. in fact Pablo Neruda's most of the love poems so far I've read are decent romantic poems only....this one is no exception....wonder how he has woven words about his love's laughter so passionately...awesome- - a full 10 and more (Report) Reply

  • (9/12/2016 10:11:00 AM)

    an inspiring piece i almost feel like i'm being taught to write by every poem i read by such a wonderful artist such as Pablo (Report) Reply

  • Laurie Van Der Hart (8/16/2016 3:06:00 AM)

    I just love it! Laugh at this clumsy boy who lives you is my favourite line. But he sure isn't clumsy with words. (Report) Reply

  • Fog Runner (2/13/2016 2:03:00 PM)

    A fresh perspective on what can be motivational. Laughter isn't often celebrated so romantically, but maybe it should be :) (Report) Reply

  • (1/3/2016 8:15:00 PM)

    ...............wonderful poem....and very nicely penned ★ (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Case (12/17/2015 6:23:00 AM)

    laughter sustains more than air. (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/22/2015 4:51:00 PM)

    in Italian:

    ''Il tuo sorriso''

    Toglimi il pane, se vuoi,
    toglimi l'aria, ma
    non togliermi il tuo sorriso.
    Non togliermi la rosa,
    la lancia che sgrani,
    l'acqua che d'improvviso
    scoppia nella tua gioia,
    la repentina onda
    d'argento che ti nasce.

    Dura è la mia lotta e torno
    con gli occhi stanchi,
    a volte, d'aver visto
    la terra che non cambia,
    ma entrando il tuo sorriso
    sale al cielo cercandomi
    ed apre per me tutte
    le porte della vita.

    Amor mio, nell'ora
    più oscura sgrana
    il tuo sorriso, e se d'improvviso
    vedi che il mio sangue macchia
    le pietre della strada,
    ridi, perché il tuo riso
    sarà per le mie mani
    come una spada fresca.

    Vicino al mare, d'autunno,
    il tuo riso deve innalzare
    la sua cascata di spuma,
    e in primavera, amore,
    voglio il tuo riso come
    il fiore che attendevo,
    il fiore azzurro, la rosa
    della mia patria sonora.

    Riditela della notte,
    del giorno, della luna,
    riditela delle strade
    contorte dell'isola,
    riditela di questo rozzo
    ragazzo che ti ama,
    ma quando apro gli occhi
    e quando li richiudo,
    quando i miei passi vanno,
    quando tornano i miei passi,
    negami il pane, l'aria,
    la luce, la primavera,
    ma il tuo sorriso mai,
    perché io ne morirei.
    (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (11/17/2015 12:18:00 AM)

    Oh, now this is romance, this is love, this is what makes the world divine and life worth living! (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (11/16/2015 11:12:00 PM)

    The poem brings to fore the divine charm of the laughter of a lady love. Her laughter is both a means as well as an end in itself. I would like to quote:
    and it opens for me all / the doors of life /...deny me bread, air / light, spring / but never your laughter / for I would die.
    (Report) Reply

  • (11/16/2015 11:10:00 PM)

    Fantastic poem, reiterating the magical power of laughter of loved ones that rejuvenates tired and even exhausted person and refills him with vitality. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Seema Jayaraman (11/16/2015 9:56:00 PM)

    Laughter that opens all doors to life, awesome poem.. the healing powers of joy enveloping and uplifting other tired soul...loved reading this one and adding to my favorite list.. thanks (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (11/16/2015 8:22:00 AM)

    Most of this poem is easily understandable, and it is beautiful.
    However, some of it perplexes me.

    the lance flower that you pluck,
    the water that suddenly
    bursts forth in joy,
    the sudden wave
    of silver born in you.

    What is that supposed to mean?
    (Report) Reply

    Neran Sati (11/16/2015 3:40:00 PM)

    I gather first quoted line deserved by her stopping to lough (after brake?) , smoothly continuing to the laughter images

  • Anil Kumar Panda (11/16/2015 6:32:00 AM)

    Laughter of the beloved is the most precious thing when you are tired and worn out. Very nice. (Report) Reply

  • (11/16/2015 4:01:00 AM)

    laughter sometimes is the only thing we have. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 12, 2017

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