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

  • (1/25/2019 3:09:00 PM)


    This is good! I really like it! I enjoyed this! Is this over 20 characters yet? (Report) Reply

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  • (12/13/2018 9:18:00 PM)


    Part 7
    Again, how I regret that I can not read Spanish. Just enough Spanish to read and enjoy this poem in original. I could give my life for that boon, if God we’re benevolent enough.
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  • (12/13/2018 9:10:00 PM)


    Part 6
    And he closes the poem quite emotionally:
    “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. ”
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  • (12/13/2018 9:08:00 PM)


    Part 5
    And how does the poet describes himself?
    A “clumsy
    boy who loves you”.

    That he is sceptical whether he deserves her love! He even thinks that he could be an object of her laughter. But he does not detest being laughed at by her. He is satisfied on being noticed by her even if it for laughing at him.

    Contd.
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  • (12/13/2018 9:01:00 PM)


    Part 4
    The metaphor in the fourth stanza takes one by surprise:
    “in the spring, love,
    I want your laughter like
    the flower I was waiting for,
    the blue flower, the rose
    of my echoing country.”

    A train of metaphors, again drawn from nature. “Your laughter is the flower I have been waiting for. “

    But the reference to “the blue flower, the Rose of my echoing country”! ! !
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  • (12/13/2018 8:56:00 PM)


    Part 3
    The third stanza states how rejuvenating is “your laughter “ for me. We may read “your love “ here. States, how it would raise the poet to the skies, even at times of tiredness and despair. And then,
    “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.”
    How he chooses his words!

    Contd...
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  • (12/13/2018 8:51:00 PM)


    Part 2
    The second stanza is replete with choicest metaphors for “your laughter “...., inimitable one-better-than-the-other. And the great poet does not present these metaphors as such. He conceals them in his inimitable way.

    In the whole poem, the poet speaks of “your laughter “, and not love. But it is of “your love”that the poem is all about, as one can easily understand.

    Contd....
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  • (12/13/2018 8:44:00 PM)


    What a beautiful poem of love! How the eternal lover, Neruda expresses the emotion of love!
    “Take the bread away from me, if you wish
    Take the air....
    But do not take your laughter”....
    This stanza states how important her love and laughter are for him.
    Contd....
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  • Jennifer Birchall (11/21/2018 1:25:00 PM)


    Laughter is the best medicine. (Report) Reply

  • (11/4/2018 10:04:00 PM)


    My love, your lover is but a communist boy, I definitely love you, but your laughter is but my property, wherever go I take I with clutching along, but when when away from, you surely try to go through the pages of the book of communism which i gifted to you. (Report) Reply

  • (7/31/2018 6:45:00 PM)


    laugh at this clumsy
    boy who loves you,

    Such a lovely poem....It lingers to my heart♡♡♡
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  • (7/28/2018 9:10:00 AM)


    Amazing how love can strengthen the loved one to face any calamity...makes them feel invincible and victorious already. This poem is a beaut. (Report) Reply

  • Britte Ninad (5/20/2018 3:14:00 AM)


    smiling or laughing keeps the mind always in fresh thought and happiness (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2018 7:23:00 AM)


    This is a really beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Besma Dziri (3/19/2018 4:33:00 AM)


    The essence of life! Of healthy mind and soul! Laughter is the root of all beauty! Great write! (Report) Reply

  • Stephanie T Castillo (3/7/2018 5:04:00 PM)


    Oh my what beautiful poem! (Report) Reply

  • (2/23/2018 10:13:00 AM)


    me = hate peom................................ (Report) Reply

  • (2/6/2018 11:52:00 PM)


    What a lovely poem to stumble across while baking and breaking some bread with friends. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • (12/15/2017 5:30:00 AM)


    laughter/ is healthy i wish i had known 15 minuters idid not do/// someone should have told me / i would have been fourious to but certaimly was not done intentionally i can hear but i dont know my oneness sunk me // the stress is way to much for me // i have to get my life in gear //my oneness and sulitude sunk, e now i feel like on big jerk// swag (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (10/31/2017 10:58:00 PM)


    Take bread away from me, if you wish,
    take air away, but
    do not take from me your laughter.
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    ____________________________
    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. - - - - -The intensity, beauty and depth - - - - -just awesome.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 12, 2017


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