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Pablo Neruda: Brown And Agile Child Pablo Neruda: Brown And Agile Child Brown and agile child, the sun which forms the fruit And ripens the grain and twists the seaweed Has made your happy body and your luminous eyes And given your mouth the smile of water. A black and …

Pablo Neruda: The Saddest Poem Pablo Neruda: The Saddest Poem I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.” The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest …

Pablo Neruda: Gentleman Alone Pablo Neruda: Gentleman Alone The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours’ pregnant, And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night, Like a collar of palpitating sexual oysters Surround my solitary home, Enemies …

Pablo Neruda: carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon Pablo Neruda: ‘carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love …

Pablo Neruda: Poetry Pablo Neruda: Poetry And it was at that age … Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words, nor …

Pablo Neruda: Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks Pablo Neruda: Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks All those men were there inside, when she came in totally naked. They had been drinking: they began to spit. Newly come from the river, she knew nothing. She was a mermaid …

Pablo Neruda: Your Feet Pablo Neruda: Your Feet When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled …

Pablo Neruda: I Do Not Love You Pablo Neruda: I Do Not Love You I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the …

Pablo Neruda: A Lemon Pablo Neruda: A Lemon Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love’s lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree’s yellow emerges, the lemons move down from the tree’s planetarium Delicate merchandise! The harbors are big with it- bazaars for the light and …