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
love pregnancy writing
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
dream way
We must dream our way.
kissing pajamas conspirators
Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
happiness laughter laughing
Laughter is the language of the soul.
love beauty moon
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
sky hymns rivers
And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
love eye heart
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
love eye light
Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
flower moving light
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be.
flower air dust
We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
love-you
And it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from 'you are', that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, we will, come to be.
inspirational being-single generosity
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
sky tree earth
What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
sweet morning coffee
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?