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Sonata – Poem by Pablo Neruda Neither the heart cut by a piece of glass in a wasteland of thorns nor the atrocious waters seen in the corners of certain houses, waters like eyelids and eyes can capture your waist in my hands when my heart lifts its oaks towards your unbreakable thread of snow. […]

The Fear – Poem by Pablo Neruda They all ask me to jump to invigorate and to play soccer, to run, to swim and to fly. Very well. They all advise me rest, they all send me to the doctor, looking at me a certain way. What happens? They all advise me to travel, to […]

Sonnet Viii: If Your Eyes Were Not The Color Of The Moon – Poem by Pablo Neruda If your eyes were not the color of the moon, of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking – continued about 26 hours later ] of a day full of clay, and work, and fire, if […]

Unity – Poem by Pablo Neruda There is something dense, united, settled in the depths, repeating its number, its identical sign. How it is noted that stones have touched time, in their refined matter there is an odor of age, of water brought by the sea, from salt and sleep. I’m encircled by a single […]

Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked? – Poem by Pablo Neruda Tell me, is the rose naked Or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal The splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets Of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder Than a train standing in the rain? Pablo […]

Poet’s Obligation – Poem by Pablo Neruda To whoever is not listening to the sea this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up in house or office, factory or woman or street or mine or harsh prison cell; to him I come, and, without speaking or looking, I arrive and open the door of his […]

The House Of Odes – Poem by Pablo Neruda Writing these odes in this year nineteen hundred and fifty-five, readying and tuning my demanding, murmuring lyre, I know who I am and where my song is going. I understand that the shopper for myths and mysteries may enter my wood and adobe house of odes, […]