Literature & poetry

Pablo Neruda: The Wide Ocean Pablo Neruda: The Wide Ocean Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit of your gifts and destructions, into my hand, I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel, your vigilant spaces of air and darkness, and the power …

Pablo Neruda: I Like For You To Be Still Pablo Neruda: I Like For You To Be Still i like for you to be still it is as though you are absent And you hear me from far away And my voice does not touch you it seems as though …

Pablo Neruda: The Night In Isla Negra Pablo Neruda: The Night In Isla Negra Ancient night and the unruly salt beat at the walls of my house. The shadow is all one, the sky throbs now along with the ocean, and sky and shadow erupt in the crash of their …

Pablo Neruda: The Weary One Pablo Neruda: The Weary One The weary one, orphan of the masses, the self, the crushed one, the one made of concrete, the one without a country in crowded restaurants, he who wanted to go far away, always farther away, didn’t know what to do …

Pablo Neruda: I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent Pablo Neruda: I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent I like you calm, as if you were absent, and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you. It seems that your eyelids have taken …

Pablo Neruda: Ode To Broken Things Pablo Neruda: Ode To Broken Things Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It’s not my hands or yours It wasn’t the girls with their hard fingernails or the motion of the planet. It wasn’t anything or …

Pablo Neruda: Your Hands Pablo Neruda: Your Hands When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight? Why did they stop at my lips, so suddenly, why do I know them, as if once before, I have touched them, as if, before being, they travelled …

Pablo Neruda: Chant To Bolivar Pablo Neruda: Chant To Bolivar Our Father thou art in Heaven, in water, in air in all our silent and broad latitude everything bears your name, Father in our dwelling: your name raises sweetness in sugar cane Bolivar tin has a Bolivar gleam the Bolívar …

Pablo Neruda: March Days Return With Their Covert Light Pablo Neruda: March Days Return With Their Covert Light March days return with their covert light, and huge fish swim through the sky, vague earthly vapours progress in secret, things slip to silence one by one. Through fortuity, at this crisis …