Pablo Neruda Quotes

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Pablo Neruda
“We the mortals touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”
Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

Pablo Neruda
“The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net.
They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”
Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

Pablo Neruda
“Each in the most hidden sack kept
the lost jewels of memory,
intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,
the fragment of public or private happiness.
A few, the wolves, collected thighs,
other men loved the dawn scratching
mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.
For me happiness was to share singing,
praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.
I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:
my life had no use on earth.”
Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

Pablo Neruda
“In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.”
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
“Our love was born
outside the walls,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay and the flower,
the mud and the roots
know your name.”
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
“I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.”
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
“I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me

The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.”
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
“Soy el desesperado, la palabra sin ecos, el que lo perdiò todo, y el que todo lo tuvo.”
Pablo Neruda, Veinte Poemas de Amor y una Canción Desesperada

Brandi L. Bates
“Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.”
Brandi L. Bates, Soledad

Bear Step
“I taste you
in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba
that melts as slowly
as your kisses
in my mouth –
your eyes that explode in sunlight,
your humid, fluid voice
the soft, oceanic touch of your fingertips.”
Bear Step, Island Flirtations

Dejan Stojanovic
“Neruda had his first dream,
First meeting with the Moon and the Sun
In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,
Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.”
Dejan Stojanovic

Pablo Neruda
“Dark is the world’s night without you my love,”
Pablo Neruda, Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems

Antonio Skármeta
“It says yes, in blue, in foam, in a gallop. It says no, then no. It cannot be still. My name is sea, it repeats, striking a stone but not convincing it. Then with the seven green tongues, of seven green tigers, of seven green seas, it caresses it, kisses it, wets it, and pounds on its chest, repeating its own name.”
Antonio Skármeta, The Postman

Pablo Neruda
“Settle your perfect hips here and the bow of wet arrows
loosens into the night the petals that form your form
let your clay limbs climb the silence and its pale ladder
rung by rung taking off with me in my dream.
I can sense you scaling the shade tree that sings to the
Dark is the world’s night without you my love,”
Pablo Neruda, Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems

Bear Step
“Nothing touches your skin of sweat
(meltdown of oceanic kisses)
when the purple light
whispers to the moon
in silent moonlit clarity”
Bear Step

Pablo Neruda
“Quiero saltar al agua para caer al cielo. (Agua dormida)”
Pablo Neruda, Crepuscolario

Pablo Neruda
“you, my friend, could be the smoke’s daughter,
you who may not have known you were born of fire and rage,
lightning over flaming lava etched your violet mouth,
your sex in the scorched oak’s moss like a ring in a nest,
your fingers there in the flames, your compact body
rose from leaves of fire that make me recall
there were bakers in your family tree,
you’re still the rainforest’s bread, ash from violent wheat,”
Pablo Neruda, Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems

Ana Claudia Antunes
“Pay to go inside Neruda's home
A body lies there with no dome.
But right there in the front hall
Lean a fairy against the icy wall.
Oh Endless enigmas had the bard!

Nice and large and calm backyard
Ends In the middle of a rare room
Rare portrait of revelishing gloom.
Up climbing at the weird snail stair
Does make you grasp for some air.
And there's a room with bric-a-brac:

Old and precious books all in a pack.
Dare saying what I liked most of all?
Enjoyed seeing visitors having a ball!”
Ana Claudia Antunes, ACross Tic

Pablo Neruda
“. . . they will say: "The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep, more other . . .”
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
“Pamtim kakva si bila one posljednje jeseni.”
Pablo Neruda, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
“Hoću da uradim s tobom
ono što proljeće radi s trešnjama.”
Pablo Neruda, Pjesme