Pablo Neruda

Ode To a Large Tuna in the Market – Pablo Neruda

Ode To a Large Tuna in the Market – Pablo Neruda

Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you were lettuces, sea foam of the earth, carrots, grapes, but of the ocean truth, of the unknown, of the unfathomable shadow, the depths of the sea, the abyss, only you had survived, a pitch-... »

 A Song Of Despair – Pablo Neruda

 A Song Of Despair – Pablo Neruda

The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted like the dwarves at dawn. It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one! Cold flower heads are raining over my heart. Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked. In you the wars and ... »

Always – Pablo Neruda

Always – Pablo Neruda

I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in your hair, come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet, come like a river full of drowned men which flows down to the wild sea, to the eternal surf, to Time! Bring them all to where... »

Cat’s Dream – Pablo Neruda

Cat’s Dream – Pablo Neruda

How neatly a cat sleeps, Sleeps with its paws and its posture, Sleeps with its wicked claws, And with its unfeeling blood, Sleeps with ALL the rings a series Of burnt circles which have formed The odd geology of its sand-colored tail. I should like to sleep like a cat, With all the fur of time, With... »

Clenched Soul – Pablo Neruda

Clenched Soul – Pablo Neruda

We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sad... »

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

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

Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my pain throbbed, no carnations or barcaroles for me, only a wound that love had opened. I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth or the blood that rose into the silence. O Love, now we can fo... »

Don’t Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day – Pablo Neruda

Don’t Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day – Pablo Neruda

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little dro... »

Drunk As Drunk – Pablo Neruda

Drunk As Drunk – Pablo Neruda

Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake Of our boat that is made of flowers, Feasted, we guide it – our fingers Like tallows adorned with yellow metal – Over the sky’s hot rim, The day’s last breath in our sa... »

Enigmas – Pablo Neruda

Enigmas – Pablo Neruda

You’ve asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent bell? What is it waiting for? I tell you it is waiting for time, like you. You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms? S... »

Gentleman Alone – Pablo Neruda

Gentleman Alone – Pablo Neruda

The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours’ pregnant, And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night, Like a collar of palpitating sexual oysters Surround my solitary home, Enemies of my soul, Conspirators in paja... »

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair – Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair – Pablo Neruda

Don’t go far off, not even for a day Don’t go far off, not even for a day, Because I don’t know how to say it – a day is long And I will be waiting for you, as in An empty station when the trains are Parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, b... »

 I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You – Pablo Neruda

 I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You – Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is ... »

 I Like For You To Be Still – Pablo Neruda

 I Like For You To Be Still – Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you hear me from far away And my voice does not touch you It seems as though your eyes had flown away And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth As all things are filled with my soul You emerge from the things Filled with my soul You ... »

Leaning Into The Afternoons – Pablo Neruda

Leaning Into The Afternoons – Pablo Neruda

Leaning into the afternoons, I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There, in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames; Its arms turning like a drowning man’s. I send out red signals across your absent eyes That wave like the sea, or the beach by a lighthouse. You keep only da... »

Love – Pablo Neruda

Love – Pablo Neruda

What’s wrong with you, with us, what’s happening to us? Ah our love is a harsh cord that binds us wounding us and if we want to leave our wound, to separate, it makes a new knot for us and condemns us to drain our blood and burn together. What’s wrong with you? I look at you and I ... »

Love Sonnet XVII – Pablo Neruda

Love Sonnet XVII – Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to... »

Magellanic Penguin – Pablo Neruda

Magellanic Penguin – Pablo Neruda

Neither clown nor child nor black nor white but verticle and a questioning innocence dressed in night and snow: The mother smiles at the sailor, the fisherman at the astronaunt, but the child child does not smile when he looks at the bird child, and from the disorderly ocean the immaculate passenger... »

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) – Pablo Neruda

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) – Pablo Neruda

Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba; You’ve vines and stars in your hair. Naked you are spacious and yellow As summer... »

Nothing But Death – Pablo Neruda

Nothing But Death – Pablo Neruda

There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the ... »

Ode To a Chestnut on the Ground – Pablo Neruda

Ode To a Chestnut on the Ground – Pablo Neruda

From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, that falling offers its sealed-in gifts, the hidden sweetness that grew in secret amid birds and leaves, a model of form, kin to wood and flour, an oval instrument that holds ... »

Ode To a Lemon – Pablo Neruda

Ode To a Lemon – Pablo Neruda

Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love’s lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree’s yellow emerges, the lemons move down from the tree’s planetarium Delicate merchandise! The harbors are big with it- bazaars for the light and the barbarous g... »

Ode To an Artichoke – Pablo Neruda

Ode To an Artichoke – Pablo Neruda

The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. Around it, demoniac vegetables bristle their thicknesses, devise tendrils and belfries, the bulb’s agitations; while under the subsoil the carrot sleeps sound in its rust... »

Ode To Conger Chowder – Pablo Neruda

Ode To Conger Chowder – Pablo Neruda

In the storm-tossed Chilean sea lives the rosy conger, giant eel of snowy flesh. And in Chilean stewpots, along the coast, was born the chowder, thick and succulent, a boon to man. You bring the conger, skinned, to the kitchen (its mottled skin slips off like a glove, leaving the grape of the sea ex... »

Ode To Maize – Pablo Neruda

Ode To Maize – Pablo Neruda

America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize was your geography. From the grain a green lance rose, was covered with gold, to grace the heights of Peru with its yellow tassels. But, poet, let history rest in its shroud; praise with your lyre t... »

Ode To Salt – Pablo Neruda

Ode To Salt – Pablo Neruda

This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won’t believe me, but it sings, salt sings, the skin of the salt mines sings with a mouth smothered by the earth. I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert. Near Antofagasta the nitrous pa... »

Ode To The Artichoke – Pablo Neruda

Ode To The Artichoke – Pablo Neruda

The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under its scales It remained Unshakeable, By its side The crazy vegetables Uncurled Their tendrills and leaf-crowns, Throbbing bulbs, In the sub-soil The carrot With its red mustaches Was slee... »

Ode To The Lemon – Pablo Neruda

Ode To The Lemon – Pablo Neruda

From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon tree, and from its plantarium lemons descended to the earth. Tender yield! The coasts, the markets glowed with light, with unrefined gold; we opened two halves of a mir... »

Ode To The Onion – Pablo Neruda

Ode To The Onion – Pablo Neruda

Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy of the dark earth your belly grew round with dew. Under the earth the miracle happened and when your clumsy green stem appeared, and your leaves were born like swords in the garden, the earth hea... »

Ode To Tomatoes – Pablo Neruda

Ode To Tomatoes – Pablo Neruda

The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In December, unabated, the tomato invades the kitchen, it enters at lunchtime, takes its ease on countertops, among glasses, butter dishes, blue saltcellars. It sheds its own light, be... »

Ode To Wine – Pablo Neruda

Ode To Wine – Pablo Neruda

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth as a golden sword, soft as lascivious velvet, wine, spiral-seashelled and full of wonder, amorous, marine; never has one goblet contained you, one song, one man, you are ch... »

Puedo Escribir – Pablo Neruda

Puedo Escribir – Pablo Neruda

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: ‘La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.’ El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso. ... »

Saddest Poem – Pablo Neruda

Saddest Poem – Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.” The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights lik... »

The Dictators – Pablo Neruda

The Dictators – Pablo Neruda

An odor has remained among the sugarcane: a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating petal that brings nausea. Between the coconut palms the graves are full of ruined bones, of speechless death-rattles. The delicate dictator is talking with top hats, gold braid, and collars. The tiny palace gleams l... »

The Light Wraps You – Pablo Neruda

The Light Wraps You – Pablo Neruda

The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the twighlight that revolves around you. Speechless, my friend, alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead and filled with the lives of fire, pure heir of the ruined day. A bough o... »

The White Mans Burden – Pablo Neruda

The White Mans Burden – Pablo Neruda

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open dark... »

Tonight I Can Write – Pablo Neruda

Tonight I Can Write – Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’ The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this o... »

Tower Of Light – Pablo Neruda

Tower Of Light – Pablo Neruda

O tower of light, sad beauty that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea, calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife of the Oceanian wind, O separate rose from the long stem of the trampled bush that the depths, converted into archipelago, O n... »

I do not love you – Pablo Neruda

I do not love you – Pablo Neruda

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 loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to ... »

Thinking, Tangling Shadows – Pablo Neruda

Thinking, Tangling Shadows – Pablo Neruda

Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving images, burying lamps. Belfry of fogs, how far away, up there! Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes, taciturn miller, night falls on you face downward, far from the c... »

You are the daughter of the sea – Pablo Neruda

You are the daughter of the sea – Pablo Neruda

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 do is full of flowers, rich with the earth. Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise; your hands go out to the earth and the seed... »

Your Feet – Pablo Neruda

Your Feet – Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wi... »

A Dog Has Died – Pablo Neruda

A Dog Has Died – Pablo Neruda

My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I’ll join him right there, but now he’s gone with his shaggy coat, his bad manners and his cold nose, and I, the materialist, who never believed in any promised heaven in the sky for any human being, I bel... »

Gautama Christ

Gautama Christ

Gautama Christ The names of God and especially those of His representative Who is called Jesus or Christ according to holy books and someone’s mouth These names have been used, worn out and left On the shores of rivers of of human lives Like the empty shells of a mollusk. However when we touch... »