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 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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda
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..
© Pablo Neruda