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").

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss youLet the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid dropsLet the rain sing you a lullabyThe rain makes still pools on the..

© Langston Hughes

Mother To Son

Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on..

© Langston Hughes

As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.I have almost forgotten my dream.But it was there then,In front of me,Bright like a sun—My dream.And then the wall rose,Rose..

© Langston Hughes

Dreams

Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen..

© Langston Hughes

Still Another Day: I

Today is that day, the day that carrieda desperate light that since has died.Don't let the squatters know:let's keep it all between us,day, between..

© Pablo Neruda

Still Another Day: XVII/Men

The truth is in the prologue. Death to the romantic fool,to the expert in solitary confinement,I'm the same as the teacher from Colombia,the rotarian..

© Pablo Neruda

Ode To Ironing

Poetry is white:it comes from water swathed in drops,it wrinkles and gathers,this planet's skin has to spread out,the sea's whiteness has to be..

© Pablo Neruda

Unity

There is something dense, united, settled in the depths,repeating its number, its identical sign.How it is noted that stones have touched time,in..

© Pablo Neruda

Ode To The Cat

The animals were imperfect,long-tailed,unfortunate in their heads.Little by little theyput themselves together,making themselves a..

© Pablo Neruda

Ode To Age

I don't believe in age.All old peoplecarryin their eyes,a child,and children,at timesobserve us with theeyes of wise ancients.Shall we measurelifein..

© Pablo Neruda

Ode to Hope

Oceanic dawnat the centerof my life,waves like grapes,the sky's solitude,you fill meand floodthe complete sea,the undiminished sky,tempoand space,sea..

© Pablo Neruda

The Men

I'm Ramón González Barbagelata from anywhere,from Cucuy, from Paraná, from Rio Turbio, from Oruro,from Maracaibo, from Parral, from Ovalle, from..

© Pablo Neruda

The Portrait In The Rock

Oh yes I knew him, I spent years with him,with his golden and stony substance,he was a man who was tired -in Paraguay he left his father and..

© Pablo Neruda

Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII)

Come with me, I said, and no one knewwhere, or how my pain throbbed,no carnations or barcaroles for me,only a wound that love had opened.I said it..

© Pablo Neruda

Lxxxiv From: ‘cien Sonetos De Amor’

One time more, my love, the net of light extinguisheswork, wheels, flames, boredoms and farewells,and we surrender the swaying wheat to night,the..

© Pablo Neruda

Triangles

Three triangles of birds crossedOver the enormous ocean which extendedIn winter like a green beast.Everything just lay there, the silence,The..

© Pablo Neruda

The Old Women Of The Ocean

To the solemn sea the old women comeWith their shawls knotted around their necksWith their fragile feet cracking.They sit down alone on the..

© Pablo Neruda

Soneto Xvii

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacioo flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,secretamente, entre..

© Pablo Neruda

Epithalamium

Do you remember whenin winterwe reached the island?The sea raised toward usa crown of cold.On the walls the climbing vinesmurmured lettingdark leaves..

© Pablo Neruda

Poor Creatures

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..

© Pablo Neruda

Sonnet Xiii:The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair

The light that rises from your feet to your hair,the strength enfolding your delicate form,are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:you are made of..

© Pablo Neruda

Waltz

I touch hatred like a covered breast;I without stopping go from garment to garment,sleeping at a distance.I am not, I'm of no use, I do not..

© Pablo Neruda

The House Of Odes

Writingtheseodesin thisyear nineteenhundred andfifty-five,readying and tuningmy demanding, murmuring lyre,I know who I amand where my song is going.I..

© Pablo Neruda

Sonnet Ix: There Where The Waves Shatter

There where the waves shatter on the restless rocksthe clear light bursts and enacts its rose,and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,to one..

© Pablo Neruda

Potter

Your whole body hasa fullness or a gentleness destined for me.When I move my hand upI find in each place a dovethat was seeking me, asif they had..

© Pablo Neruda