Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Ode To My Socks

Mara Mori brought mea pair of sockswhich she knitted herselfwith her sheepherder's hands,two socks as soft as rabbits.I slipped my feet into themas..

© Pablo Neruda

The Wide Ocean

Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruitof your gifts and destructions, into my hand,I would choose your far-off repose, your..

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The Night In Isla Negra

Ancient night and the unruly saltbeat at the walls of my house.The shadow is all one, the skythrobs now along with the ocean,and sky and shadow..

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The Weary One

The weary one, orphanof the masses, the self,the crushed one, the one made of concrete,the one without a country in crowded restaurants,he who wanted..

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I Like For You To Be Still

i like for you to be stillit is as though you are absentAnd you hear me from far awayAnd my voice does not touch youit seems as though your eyes had..

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Chant To Bolivar

Our Father thou art in Heaven,in water, in airin all our silent and broad latitudeeverything bears your name, Father in our dwelling:your name raises..

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I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent

I like you calm, as if you were absent,and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:it..

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Your Hands

When your hands leaptowards mine, love,what do they bring me in flight?Why did they stopat my lips, so suddenly,why do I know them,as if once..

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‘march Days Return With Their Covert Light’

March days return with their covert light,and huge fish swim through the sky,vague earthly vapours progress in secret,things slip to silence one by..

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Lovely One

Lovely one,Just as on the cool stoneOf the spring, the waterOpens a wide flash of foam,So is the smile of your face,Lovely one.Lovely one,With..

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Ode To Broken Things

Things get brokenat homelike they were pushedby an invisible, deliberate smasher.It's not my handsor yoursIt wasn't the girlswith their hard..

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Sonata

Neither the heart cut by a piece of glassin a wasteland of thornsnor the atrocious waters seen in the cornersof certain houses, waters like eyelids..

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La Reina (And Translation)

The QueenI 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..

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Poor Fellows

What it takes on this planet,to make love to each other in peace.Everyone pries under your sheets,everyone interferes with your loving.They say..

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Sonnet Viii

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking -- continued about 26hours later ]of a day full of..

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The Dictators

An odor has remained among the sugarcane:a mixture of blood and body, a penetratingpetal that brings nausea.Between the coconut palms the graves are..

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Tower Of Light

O tower of light, sad beautythat magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cryof the mourning petrel..

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Some Beasts

It was the twilight of the iguana:From a rainbowing battlement,a tongue like a javelinlunging in verdure;an ant heap treading the jungle,monastic, on..

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Ode To Maize

America, from a grainof maize you grewto crownwith spacious landsthe ocean foam.A grain of maize was your geography.From the graina green lance..

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Magellanic Penguin

Neither clown nor child nor blacknor white but verticleand a questioning innocencedressed in night and snow:The mother smiles at the sailor,the..

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The White Mans Burden

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twigand lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,a cracked bell, or a..

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Love Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be..

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Here I Love You

Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.Days, all one kind, go chasing..

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The Song Of Despair

You swallowed everything, like distance.Like the sea, like time.In you everything sank!It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.The hour of the..

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In You The Earth

Littlerose,roselet,at times,tiny and naked,it seemsas though you would fitin one of my hands,as though I’ll clasp you like thisand carry you to my..

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