Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda

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Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973), better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda (/nəˈruːdə/;[1] Spanish: [ˈpaβlo neˈɾuða]), was a Chilean poet-diplomat and politician who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971.
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We Are Many

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Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one
They are lost to me under the cover of
They have departed for another city
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Your Laughter

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Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter
Do not take away the rose,the lance flower that you pluck,the water that suddenlybursts forth in joy,the sudden waveof silver born in you
My struggl...
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Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were brine-rose topaz

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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut...
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Triangles

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Three triangles of birds crossed Over the enormous ocean which extended In winter like a green beast
Everything just lay there, the silence, The unfolding gray, the heavy light Of space, some land now and then
Over everything there was p...
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If You Forget Me

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I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
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Ode To Bird Watching

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Now Let's look for birds
The tall iron branches in the forest,
The dense fertility on the ground
The world is wet
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The Question

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Love, a questionhas destroyed you
I have come back to youfrom thorny uncertainty
I want you straight asthe sword or the road
But you insiston keeping a nookof shadow that I do not want
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Song Of Despair

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The memory of you emerges from the night around me
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea
Deserted like the wharves at dawn
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one
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Love Were Going Home Now

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Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom
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The Queen

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I have named you queen
There are taller than you, taller
There are purer than you, purer
There are lovelier than you, lovelier
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In You The Earth

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Littlerose,roselet,at times,tiny and naked,it seemsas though you would fitin one of my hands,as though I’ll clasp you like thisand carry you to my mouth,butsuddenlymy feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:you have grown,your shoulders rise l...
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Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

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Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance
'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
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Soneto XVII

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o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacioo flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma
Te amo como la planta que no florece y llevadentro de sí, escondida, la l...
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The Dead Woman

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If suddenly you do not exist,if suddenly you no longer live,
I shall live on
I do not dare,
I do not dare to write it,if you die
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Poetry

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And it was at that age… Poetry arrivedin search of me
I don't know,
I don't know whereit came from, from winter or a river
I don't know how or when,no they were not voices, they were notwords, nor silence,but from a street I was sum...
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Lovely One

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Lovely one,
Just as on the cool
Of the spring, the
Opens a wide flash of foam,
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