Hands make the world each day. Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda 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 girleyedark Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land Pablo Neruda heartlovethinking And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed. Pablo Neruda afterlifedogbelieve Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves. Pablo Neruda crownssoulblood I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter. Pablo Neruda winterbookhands I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything. Pablo Neruda shoeseyejourney Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone? Pablo Neruda sufferingwaitingdoe Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a chain of fish hooks, trailing from the heart, clawing at your insides. Hunger feels like pincers, like the bite of crabs; it burns, burns, and has no fur. Let us sit down soon to eat with all those who haven't eaten; let us spread great tablecloths, put salt in lakes of the world, set up planetary bakeries, tables with strawberries in snow, and a plate like the moon itself from which we can all eat. For now I ask no more than the justice of eating. Pablo Neruda moondisappointmentheart Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air. Pablo Neruda cancerwallair I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams. Pablo Neruda dreamlovesex Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. Pablo Neruda childhoodgardenchildren On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity. Pablo Neruda humanityearthwriting Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; Pablo Neruda famous-lovedistancebeach In what language does rain fall over tormented cities? Pablo Neruda rainlifefall Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Pablo Neruda splendorrootstree Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had a name: The world was made of air, which waited. I knew rooms full of ashes, Tunnels where the moon lived, Rough warehouses that growled 'get lost', Questions that insisted in the sand. Everything was empty, dead, mute, Fallen abandoned, and decayed: Inconceivably alien, it all Belonged to someone else - to no one: Till your beauty and your poverty Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts. Pablo Neruda autumntunnelsmoon You are like nobody since I love you. Pablo Neruda anam-caraloveromantic Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I'm going to turn it into hope. Give me all the joys, even the most secret, because otherwise how will these things be known? I have to tell them, give me the labors of everyday, for that's what I sing. Pablo Neruda painjoygiving We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye. Pablo Neruda destinyoceangoodbye Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes vulgar and unacceptable. It is necessary first to pan though all other poetry in order to become a political poet. Pablo Neruda emotionalpoliticalorder
