Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda
Pablo Nerudawas the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean poet-diplomat and politician Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto. He derived his pen name from the Czech poet Jan Neruda. Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971...
NationalityChilean
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth12 July 1904
CityParral, Chile
CountryChile
famous-love sea water
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.
sweet ocean glasses
I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and mine: these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures, fans upon whose feathers love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors -- all bear the trace of someone's fingers on their handle or surface, the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness.
goodbye saying-goodbye destiny
It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
dog believe waiting
And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed.
life fall rain
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
stars philosophical rivers
With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?
waiting suffering doe
Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?
war love-is two
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
carpe-diem sky tree
What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
world asks happens
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in the world?
love lonely waiting
so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
song pain moving
My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.
hands giving sorrow
Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.
wall cancer air
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.