But when I call for a hero, out comes my lazy old self; so I never know who I am, nor how many I am or will be. I'd love to be able to touch a bell and summon the real me, because if I really need myself, I mustn't disappear. Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight? Pablo Neruda leap flight hands Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile? Pablo Neruda destiny wings moving Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain? Pablo Neruda columbus spain able So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb. Pablo Neruda proportion house sweet I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence. Pablo Neruda heart talking world I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea. Pablo Neruda circles sea water Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart. Pablo Neruda delicacy peaceful heart What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money? Pablo Neruda autumn doe yellow Megaphone in which the wind passes singing. Pablo Neruda singing wind I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb. Pablo Neruda rocks darkness fire Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree? Pablo Neruda orange-trees divides sunlight When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew. Pablo Neruda chance And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame for this cruel sport. They are fleeing from my dark lair. You fill everything, you fill everything. Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you are. Now I want them to say what I want to say to you to make you hear as I want you to hear me. Pablo Neruda wall sadness sports Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. Pablo Neruda coins pieces hands About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you Pablo Neruda When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun? Pablo Neruda lemons creeds sun The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples. Pablo Neruda typography hymns design Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love... But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone. Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of time the cold heart of the clocks. Pablo Neruda sadness heart time There's a country spread out in the sky, a credulous carpet of rainbows and crepuscular plants: I move toward it just a bit haggardly, trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade to dream in a bedlam of vegetables. Pablo Neruda dream country moving Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish. Pablo Neruda lakes rivers hands
