Poor Fellows – Poem by Pablo Neruda What it takes on this planet, to make love to each other in peace. Everyone pries under your sheets, everyone interferes with your loving. They say terrible things about a man and a woman, who after much milling about, all sorts of compunctions, do something unique, they both […]
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The Saddest Poem – Poem by Pablo Neruda
The Saddest Poem – Poem by Pablo Neruda I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.” The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, […]
Still Another Day: XVII/Men – Poem by Pablo Neruda
Still Another Day: XVII/Men – Poem by Pablo Neruda The truth is in the prologue. Death to the romantic fool, to the expert in solitary confinement, I’m the same as the teacher from Colombia, the rotarian from Philadelphia, the merchant from Paysandu who save his silver to come here. We all arrive by different streets, […]
Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do – Poem by Pablo Neruda
Sonnet Xcv:Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do – Poem by Pablo Neruda Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned, and let our kisses touch there, one by one, till the flower, disembodied, rises again. Let us love that Desire that consumed […]
The Men – Poem by Pablo Neruda
The Men – Poem by Pablo Neruda I’m Ramón González Barbagelata from anywhere, from Cucuy, from Paraná, from Rio Turbio, from Oruro, from Maracaibo, from Parral, from Ovalle, from Loconmilla, I’m the poor devil from the poor Third World, I’m the third-class passenger installed, good God! in the lavish whiteness of snow-covered mountains, concealed among […]
Walking Around (Original Spanish) – Poem by Pablo Neruda
Walking Around (Original Spanish) – Poem by Pablo Neruda Sucede que me canso de ser hombre. Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines marchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltro Navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza. El olor de las peluquerías me hace llorar a gritos. Sólo quiero un descanso […]
Puedo Escribir – Poem by Pablo Neruda
Puedo Escribir – Poem by Pablo Neruda Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: ‘La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.’ El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces […]