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
blind pale lost
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
fall two air
Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.
speech speak
She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.
sexy voice hair
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair....
sun creeds lemons
When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun?
heart light vocabulary
As slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and giving life: once again the heart distills them.
goodbye ocean destiny
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.
men bread bakers
...the best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker....
rocks fire darkness
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
hands sea fishing
Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.
mean men long
How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?
nothing-to-lose chains said
He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.
famous-love beach distance
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest.
house deeds buzz
Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .