Poems by Pablo Neruda
The Eighth of September
... to one globe of wax, or a meteors flame ...
Love
... lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, ...
Ode To The Book
... I come out of books to people orchards ...
Lone Gentleman
... and the morning hours in which the professor, as if to pass the time, ...
The Men
... these poor schools, these people still in rags and tatters, ...
Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market
... Here, among the market vegetables, ...
Ode To Bird Watching
... perfume? That leaf that let loose cinnamon smell ...
Brown And Agile Child
... Like the wheat field, the sun, the poppy, and the water ...
Bird
... When I returned from so many journeys, ...
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
... Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, ...
Love Sonnet XVII
... So I love you because I know no other waythan this: where I does not exist, nor you, ...
If You Forget Me
... that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me ...
XVII (I do not love you...)
... so I love you because I know no other waythan this: where I does not exist, nor you, ...
Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)
... Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, ...
Walking Around
... sobs. The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool ...
