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Pablo Neruda: Leaning Into The Afternoons Pablo Neruda: Leaning Into The Afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man’s. I send out red signals across your absent …

Pablo Neruda: We Are Many Pablo Neruda: We Are Many Of the many men whom I am, whom we are, I cannot settle on a single one. They are lost to me under the cover of clothing They have departed for another city. When everything seems to be set to …

Pablo Neruda: Perhaps Not To Be Is To Be Without Your Being Pablo Neruda: Perhaps Not To Be Is To Be Without Your Being Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through …

Pablo Neruda: Love Pablo Neruda: Love What’s wrong with you, with us, what’s happening to us? Ah our love is a harsh cord that binds us wounding us and if we want to leave our wound, to separate, it makes a new knot for us and condemns us to drain …

Pablo Neruda: Nothing But Death Pablo Neruda: Nothing But Death There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning …

Pablo Neruda: Always I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in your hair, come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet, come like a river full of drowned men which flows down to …

Pablo Neruda: From The Book Of Questions Pablo Neruda: From The Book Of Questions III. Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world …

Pablo Neruda: Canto Xii From The Heights Of Macchu Picchu Pablo Neruda: Canto Xii From The Heights Of Macchu Picchu Arise to birth with me, my brother. Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows. You will not return from these stone fastnesses. You will not …

Pablo Neruda: Sonnet Lxxxi Pablo Neruda: Sonnet Lxxxi And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream. Love and pain and work should all sleep, now. The night turns on its invisible wheels, and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber. No one else, Love, will …