Poems by Pablo Neruda
Gentleman Alone
... And the hours after lunch, when the students and priests are masturbating, ...
The Old Women Of The Ocean
... With their walking sticks they draw signs in the sand ...
The Dead Woman
... my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but ...
I Remember You As You Were
... the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace ...
Here I Love You
... Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet ...
Your Hands
... have been roadways of searching, ...
LXXXIV From: Cien sonetos de amor
... One time more, my love, the net of light extinguishes ...
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.
... it follows from you are, that I am, and we: ...
Nothing But Death
... but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets, ...
Ode To Sadness
... beneath the springtime of an apple tree ...
Sonnet XLII: I Hunt For A Sign Of You
... You are whole, exact, and everything you are is one, ...
Soneto XVII
... dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, ...
Poor Creatures
... Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs, ...
Poetry
... of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, ...
From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu
... And from the depth speak to me all this long night ...
