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
hands pieces sun
Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.
hands sea fishing
Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.
hands flight leap
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
hands world each-day
Hands make the world each day.
eye rocks hands
This time is difficult, wait for me: we will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel and rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult, wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey: we need our hands to wash with and to make fire, and so let our difficult time stand up to infinity with four hands and four eyes.
color hands laughing
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.
hands touching earth
What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?
writing men hands
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life.
hands giving sorrow
Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.
typewriters hands worship
The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.
book winter hands
I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
con los
Quiero hacer contigoLo que primavera hace con los cerazos
freedom hear moment near road taught voice water
Now, on the road to freedom, I was pausing for a moment near Temuco and could hear the voice of the water that had taught me to sing.
birds sleeping soul
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated /that had been sleeping in your soul.