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Pablo Neruda: Ode To Salt Pablo Neruda: Ode To Salt This salt in the salt cellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won’t believe me but it sings salt sings, the skin of the salt mines sings with a mouth smothered by the earth. I shivered …

Pablo Neruda: In You The Earth Pablo Neruda: In You The Earth Little rose, roselet, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I’ll clasp you like this and carry you to my mouth, but suddenly my feet touch …

Pablo Neruda: Magellanic Penguin Pablo Neruda: Magellanic Penguin Neither clown nor child nor black nor white but verticle and a questioning innocence dressed in night and snow: The mother smiles at the sailor, the fisherman at the astronaunt, but the child child does not smile when he looks at the …

Pablo Neruda: The White Mans Burden Pablo Neruda: The White Mans Burden Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off …

Pablo Neruda: Love Sonnet XVII Pablo Neruda: Love Sonnet XVII 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 shadow and the soul. …

Pablo Neruda: Death Alone Pablo Neruda: Death Alone There are lone cemeteries, tombs full of soundless bones, the heart threading a tunnel, a dark, dark tunnel: like a wreck we die to the very core, as if drowning at the heart or collapsing inwards from skin to soul. There are …

Pablo Neruda: Ode To A Large Tuna In The Market Pablo Neruda: Ode To A Large Tuna In The Market Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you were lettuces, sea foam of the earth, carrots, grapes, but …

Pablo Neruda: The Song Of Despair Pablo Neruda: The Song Of Despair You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank! It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Pilot’s dread, fury of …

Pablo Neruda: Sonnet Xi Pablo Neruda: Sonnet Xi I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your …