Tag Archives: Pablo Neruda

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 …

Pablo Neruda: Lovely One Pablo Neruda: Lovely One Lovely one, Just as on the cool stone Of the spring, the water Opens a wide flash of foam, So is the smile of your face, Lovely one. Lovely one, With delicate hands and slender feet Like a silver pony, Walking, flower …

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: 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 …

Pablo Neruda: I Remember You As You Were Pablo Neruda: I Remember You As You Were I remember you as you were in the last autumn. You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on. And the leaves fell in …

Pablo Neruda: The Question Pablo Neruda: The Question Love, a question has destroyed you. I have come back to you from thorny uncertainty. I want you straight as the sword or the road. But you insist on keeping a nook of shadow that I do not want. My love, understand …

Pablo Neruda: Fleas Interest Me So Much Pablo Neruda: Fleas Interest Me So Much Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours. They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal. They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they …

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: 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 …