You are like nobody since I love you. Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit. Pablo Neruda spirit pet dog The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker. Pablo Neruda cooking food men It was at that age that poetry came in search of me. Pablo Neruda poetry age Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread. Pablo Neruda bread peace art If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living. Pablo Neruda dare goes-on writing Is 4 the same 4 for everybody? Are all sevens equal? When the convict ponders the light is it the same light that shines on you? Pablo Neruda shine-on light reality Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree. Pablo Neruda shoes feet men Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood - and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. Pablo Neruda land roots dream And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain. Pablo Neruda broken-heart rain bird I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name. Pablo Neruda unity brotherhood names To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky. Pablo Neruda rocks clouds night Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when. Pablo Neruda creativity winter rivers The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence... Pablo Neruda music rain rivers I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Pablo Neruda forget love long I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Pablo Neruda sexy voice hair How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'? Pablo Neruda men long mean A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory. Pablo Neruda loneliness men book For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating. Pablo Neruda bakeries poverty justice I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you. Pablo Neruda hate sight blood While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone. Pablo Neruda far-away gone writing
