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").
Oda Al Tomate
La callese llenó de tomates,mediodia,verano,la luzse parteen dosmitadesde tomate,correpor las callesel jugo.En diciembrese desatael tomate,invadelas..
© Pablo Neruda
Sonnet Lxxiii: Maybe You'Ll Remember
Maybe you'll remember that razor-faced manwho slipped out from the dark like a bladeand - before we realized - knew what was there:he saw the smoke..
© Pablo Neruda
The People
I recall that man and not two centurieshave passed since I saw him,he went neither by horse nor by carriage:purely on foothe outstrippeddistances,and..
© Pablo Neruda
From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu
Rise up to be born with me, brother.Give me your hand from the deepZone seeded by your sorrow.You won’t return from under the rocks.You won’t return..
© Pablo Neruda
Ode To Tomatoes
The streetfilled with tomatoesmidday,summer,light ishalvedlikeatomato,its juicerunsthrough the streets.In December,unabated,the tomatoinvadesthe..
© Pablo Neruda
Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream
Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.Night revolves on invisible wheelsand joined to me..
© Pablo Neruda
Sonnet Xlii: I Hunt For A Sign Of You
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,In the rapid undulant river of women,Braids, shyly sinking eyes,Light step that slices, sailing through..
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Sonnet Xcv:Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do
Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us lookfor the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,and let our kisses touch there, one by one,till the..
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So That You Will Hear Me
So that you will hear memy wordssometimes grow thinas the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.Necklace, drunken bellfor your hands smooth as..
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Finale
Matilde, years or dayssleeping, feverish,here or there,gazing off,twisting my spine,bleeding true blood,perhaps I awakenor am lost, sleeping:hospital..
© Pablo Neruda
Luminous Mind, Bright Devil
Luminous mind, bright devilof absolute clusterings, of upright noon---:here we are at last, alone, without loneliness,far from the savage city's..
© Pablo Neruda
Poesia
Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesíaa buscarme. No sé, no sé de dóndesalió, de invierno o río.No sé cómo ni cuándo,no, no eran voces, no eranpalabras..
© Pablo Neruda
The Queen
I 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 the..
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What Spain Was Like
Spain was a taut, dry drum-headDaily beating a dull thudFlatlands and eagle's nestSilence lashed by the storm.How much, to the point of weeping, in..
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Ode To Clothes
Every morning you wait,clothes, over a chair,to fill yourself withmy vanity, my love,my hope, my body.Barelyrisen from sleep,I relinquish the..
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The Fear
They all ask me to jumpto invigorate and to play soccer,to run, to swim and to fly.Very well.They all advise me rest,they all send me to the..
© Pablo Neruda
La Muerta
Si de pronto no existes,si de pronto no vives,yo seguiré viviendo.No me atrevo,no me atrevo a escribirlo,si te mueres.Yo seguiré viviendo.Porque..
© Pablo Neruda
Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?
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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Poet's Obligation
To whoever is not listening to the seathis Friday morning, to whoever is cooped upin house or office, factory or womanor street or mine or harsh..
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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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The Insect
From your hips down to your feetI want to make a long journey.I am smaller than an insect.Over these hills I pass,hills the colour of oats,crossed..
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Sonnet Xxvii: Naked You Are As Simple As One Of Your Hands
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:You have moonlines, applepathways:Naked, you are slender as a..
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Ode To The Artichoke
The artichokeWith a tender heartDressed up like a warrior,Standing at attention, it builtA small helmetUnder its scalesIt remainedUnshakeable,By its..
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Entrance Of The Rivers
Beloved of the rivers,besetBy azure water and transparent drops,Like a tree of veins your spectreOf dark goddess biting apples:And then awakening..
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Ode To Bird Watching
NowLet's look for birds!The tall iron branchesin the forest,The densefertility on the ground.The worldis wet.A dewdrop or raindropshines,a diminutive..
© Pablo Neruda