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
night rocks oxygen
To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.
bears relentless sole
We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.
song earth made
I am made of earth, and my song made of words.
heart talking world
I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.
spring tree want
I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees
love-is long lasts
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
writing gone far-away
While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.
children wine night
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth...
stars kissing flowering
Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
happiness dog shameless
O merry, merry, merry, like only dogs know how to be happy and nothing more, with an absolute shameless nature.
white soul buzz
White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.
love hate love-you
I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
beauty yellow orange
From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
worship divided
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.