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").

I Remember You As You Were

I remember you as you were in the last autumn.You were the grey beret and the still heart.In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.And the..

© Pablo Neruda

The Dead Woman

If suddenly you do not exist,if suddenly you no longer live,I shall live on.I do not dare,I do not dare to write it,if you die.I shall live on.For..

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It's Good To Feel You Are Close To Me

It's good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,while I untangle my worriesas if they were..

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Ode To A Large Tuna In The Market

Among the market greens,a bulletfrom the oceandepths,a swimmingprojectile,I saw you,dead.All around youwere lettuces,sea foamof the..

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Death Alone

There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel:like a wreck we die to the very core,as if..

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Sonnet Xxxiv (You Are The Daughter Of The Sea)

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;cook, your blood is quick as the soil.Everything you..

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Ode To Salt

This saltin the salt cellarI once saw in the salt mines.I knowyou won'tbelieve mebutit singssalt sings, the skinof the salt minessingswith a mouth..

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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all dayI hunt..

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Ode To The Book

When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour..

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Walking Around

It so happens I am sick of being a man.And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and moviehousesdried up, waterproof, like a swan made of..

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The Light Wraps You

The light wraps you in its mortal flame.Abstracted pale mourner, standing that wayagainst the old propellers of the twighlightthat revolves around..

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Puedo Escribir

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.'El..

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‘in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones’

In the wave-strike over unquiet stonesthe brightness bursts and bears the roseand the ring of water contracts to a clusterto one drop of azure brine..

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Ode To Wine

Day-colored wine,night-colored wine,wine with purple feetor wine with topaz blood,wine,starry childof earth,wine, smoothas a golden sword,softas..

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Ode To Sadness

Sadness, scarabwith seven crippled feet,spiderweb egg,scramble-brained rat,bitch's skeleton:No entry here.Don't come in.Go away.Go backsouth with..

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Leaning Into The Afternoons

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netstowards your oceanic eyes.There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,its arms turning..

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We Are Many

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,I cannot settle on a single one.They are lost to me under the cover of clothingThey have departed for another..

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The Question

Love, a questionhas destroyed you.I have come back to youfrom thorny uncertainty.I want you straight asthe sword or the road.But you insiston keeping..

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Absence

I have scarcely left youWhen you go in me, crystalline,Or trembling,Or uneasy, wounded by meOr overwhelmed with love, aswhen your eyesClose upon the..

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Sonnet Xxv

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:I wavered through the streets, amongObjects:Nothing mattered or had a name:The world was made of air..

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Water

Everything on the earth bristled, the bramblepricked and the green threadnibbled away, the petal fell, fallinguntil the only flower was the falling..

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Fleas Interest Me So Much

Fleas interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal.They do not bite to..

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Lost In The Forest...

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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Sonnet Lxxxi

And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.The night turns on its invisible wheels,and you..

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From The Book Of Questions

III.Tell me, is the rose nakedor is that her only dress?Why do trees concealthe splendor of their roots?Who hears the regretsof the thieving..

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