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
moving destiny wings
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?
autumn yellow goes-on
Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo? What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
running morning stars
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.
columbus spain able
Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain?
orange tree sunlight
Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?
love-is lightning clash
Love is a clash of lightnings
water bird alphabet
I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.
circles sea water
I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.
hands flight leap
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
thinking done needs
I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.
heart peaceful delicacy
Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.
hate sight blood
I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.
latin years america
Latin America is very fond of the word "hope." We like to be called the "continent of hope." Candidates for deputy, senator, president, call themselves "candidates of hope." This hope is really something like a promise of heaven, an IOU whose payment is always being put off. It is put off until the next legislative campaign, until next year, until the next century.
loneliness book men
A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.