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Pablo Neruda: Soneto Xvii Pablo Neruda: Soneto Xvii No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y …

Pablo Neruda: Epithalamium Pablo Neruda: Epithalamium Do you remember when in winter we reached the island? The sea raised toward us a crown of cold. On the walls the climbing vines murmured letting dark leaves fall as we passed. You too were a little leaf that trembled on my chest. …

Pablo Neruda: Poor Creatures Pablo Neruda: Poor Creatures 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 …

Pablo Neruda: The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair Pablo Neruda: The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair The light that rises from your feet to your hair, the strength enfolding your delicate form, are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver: you are …

Pablo Neruda: The Eighth Of September Pablo Neruda: The Eighth Of September This day, Today, was a brimming glass. This day, Today, was an immense wave. This day was all the Earth. This day, the storm-driven ocean lifted us up in a kiss so exalted we trembled at the lightning …

Pablo Neruda: Leave Me A Place Underground Pablo Neruda: Leave Me A Place Underground Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth, where I can go, when I wish to turn, without eyes, without touch, in the void, to dumb stone, or the finger of shadow. I know that you cannot, …

Pablo Neruda: The People Pablo Neruda: The People I recall that man and not two centuries have passed since I saw him, he went neither by horse nor by carriage: purely on foot he outstripped distances, and carried no sword or armour, only nets on his shoulder, axe or hammer …

Pablo Neruda: From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu Pablo Neruda: From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu Rise up to be born with me, brother. Give me your hand from the deep Zone seeded by your sorrow. You won’t return from under the rocks. You won’t return from your subterranean time. …

Pablo Neruda: Ode To Clothes Pablo Neruda: Ode To Clothes Every morning you wait, clothes, over a chair, to fill yourself with my vanity, my love, my hope, my body. Barely risen from sleep, I relinquish the water, enter your sleeves, my legs look for the hollows of your legs, …