I Love Pablo Neruda's Poetry

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    Bright Magnolia Bursting In the Foam

    I was introduced to his work three years ago by a very dear friend and then bought a collection of his poetry, which I still read over from time to time Love Sonnet IX There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks the clear light bursts and enacts its rose, and the sea...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Aug 31, 2008

    ...so I wait for you like a lonely house till

    you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
    SailorsAngel SailorsAngel
    41-45, F
    Jun 23, 2014

    Love Pablo .. He Gives Me The Words Sometimes I Seek ........

    Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the...
    softkitti softkitti
    22-25, F
    9 Responses Jul 20, 2010

    I Want To Do With You

    what Spring does with the cherry trees... : ) This was the first Neruda line I heard, but I also misheard it. I thought the narrator said: "I want to do to you what the wind does to the cherry trees" which on reflection is certainly different! Can't say I was disappointed...
    emmalina emmalina
    26-30, F
    Feb 23, 2011

    Your Laughter

    Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    5 Responses Mar 30, 2008

    If You Forget Me

    I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Nov 6, 2013

    Sonnet XVII

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of...
    msalexh msalexh
    31-35, F
    4 Responses Sep 13, 2012

    Favorite Passage From...

      And because Love battles I lived in the prairies before I got to know you and I did not wait love but I was laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose. What more can they tell you? I am neither good nor bad but a man, and they will then associate the danger of...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    May 18, 2009

    Sonnet Xvii

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of...
    curiousblogger curiousblogger
    31-35, F
    1 Response Nov 16, 2012

    If You Forget Me

    I want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists:aromas, light...
    Seren Seren
    31-35, F
    5 Responses Nov 17, 2007

    Made Me Cry

    Love is so short, forgetting is so long
    curiousblogger curiousblogger
    31-35, F
    Nov 16, 2012

    Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon

    Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    May 23, 2013

    As if you were on fire from within.

    cc The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
    SailorsAngel SailorsAngel
    41-45, F
    2 Responses Mar 25, 2014

    I do not love you as

    if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Mar 22, 2015

    The Saddest Lines Is Really Powerful..

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Apr 5, 2010

    Don't Go Far Off...

    Don't go far off... Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
    curiousblogger curiousblogger
    31-35, F
    Jan 7, 2013

    Don't go far off, not even

    for a day, because I don't know how to say it - a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. -Pablo Neruda, Poet
    SailorsAngel SailorsAngel
    41-45, F
    May 23, 2014

    Poem 15

    Poem 15 I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul you emerge from...
    anonimacy anonimacy
    36-40, F
    Jan 18, 2012

    Little By Little ...

    IF YOU FORGET ME..... I want you to know one thing.  You know how this is:  if I look  at the crystal moon, at the red branch  of the slow autumn at my window,  if I touch  near the fire  the impalpable ash  or the wrinkled body of the log,  everything...
    marmelade marmelade
    51-55, F
    3 Responses Aug 7, 2013

    Walking Around

    It so happens I am sick of being a Man. And it happens that I walk into tailor shops and movie houses dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs. The only thing I...
    Lizzy22 Lizzy22
    36-40, F
    4 Responses Feb 16, 2008

    One of My Favorite Love Poems By Pablo Neruda

    Drunk as drunk on turpentine    From your open kisses,   Your wet body wedged    Between my wet body and the strake    Of our boat that is made out of flowers,    Feasted, we guide it - our fingers    Like tallows...
    Kinzah Kinzah
    31-35, F
    9 Responses May 19, 2009

    Postman

    A long time ago I discovered this marvellous Chilean poet in translation. But as with all my loves and friendships but one, my restless mind found new incarnations of that paradisiac landscape. Then I saw the wonderful film Il Postino with a great Philippe Noiret as Pablo...
    moreandless moreandless
    56-60, M
    1 Response Sep 12, 2010

    “Only Death,” Pablo Neruda There are

    cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the...
    ChrisErizo1 ChrisErizo1
    31-35, M
    Feb 25, 2015
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