Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air. Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be. Pablo Neruda light flower moving You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that’s why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy- a wretched, muddled fate- My love has two lives, in order to love you. -Sonnet XLIV Pablo Neruda fate fire love-you Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations. Pablo Neruda light eye love It was my destiny to love and say goodbye. Pablo Neruda saying-goodbye destiny goodbye I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Pablo Neruda writing pregnancy love I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it. Pablo Neruda hymns queens sky I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in your hair, come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet, come like a river full of drowned men which flows down to the wild sea, to the eternal surf, to Time! Bring them all to where I am waiting for you; we shall always be alone, we shall always be you and I alone on earth, to start our life! Pablo Neruda jealous hair men I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Pablo Neruda glimpse forgotten window You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true. Pablo Neruda silence stars night There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle. Pablo Neruda ruins miracle grief And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world. Pablo Neruda hymns sky rivers sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet. Pablo Neruda dawn soul sometimes so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. Pablo Neruda valentines-day love-you fall And it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from 'you are', that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, we will, come to be. Pablo Neruda love-you Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Pablo Neruda pain love long Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Pablo Neruda laughter air wish I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. Pablo Neruda spring love romantic Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly. Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan, So that our dream might reply to the sky's questioning stars with one key, one door closed to shadow. Pablo Neruda wall stars dream I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses – that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things. Pablo Neruda brother sleep beautiful The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river. Sleep doesn't divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor: life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones. Pablo Neruda pain struggle fall
