Every day you play with the light of the universe. Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live Pablo Neruda rain heart fall If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death Perhaps the world can teach us as when everything seems dead but later proves to be alive. Pablo Neruda sadness silence moving There is no space wider than that of grief. Pablo Neruda space grief suffering I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us. Pablo Neruda dark sleep night You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments. Pablo Neruda shadow light love-you Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood? Pablo Neruda time war blood Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes? Pablo Neruda tears waiting lakes I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and mine: these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures, fans upon whose feathers love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors -- all bear the trace of someone's fingers on their handle or surface, the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness. Pablo Neruda glasses ocean sweet I was the owner of my own darkness. Pablo Neruda owners my-own darkness Poetry is an act of peace. Pablo Neruda poetry-is poetry I love you as one loves certain dark things. Pablo Neruda dark heart love Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Pablo Neruda asks happens world I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty. Pablo Neruda color laughing hands If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say "Things happen." I have to dwell on stones darkening the earth, on the river ruined in its own duration: I know nothing save things the birds have lost, the sea I left behind, or my sister crying. Why this abundance of places? Why does day lock with day? Why the dark night swilling round in our mouths? And why the dead? Pablo Neruda dark rivers night Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand. Pablo Neruda silence blue water I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases. Pablo Neruda vases spurs flower I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness. Pablo Neruda light darkness night This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we've only just now been born, let's not fill our mouths with so many uncertain names, with so many sad labels, with so many pompous letters, with so much yours and mine, with so much signing of papers. I intend to confuse things, to unite them, make them new-born intermingle them, undress them, until the light of the world has the unity of the ocean, a generous wholeness, a fragrance alive and crackling. Pablo Neruda ocean beauty mean Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows. Pablo Neruda sorrow giving hands Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes. Pablo Neruda girl eye dark
