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Amor"So many days, oh so many daysseeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do I pay? The bloodthirsty springhas awakened in the woods. The foxes start from their earths, the serpents drink the dew, and I go with you in the leavesbetween the pines and the silence, asking myself how and when I will have to pay for my luck. Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing:of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don't know how others loveor how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature. You please me more each afternoon. Where is she? I keep on askingif your eyes disappear. How long she's taking! I think, and I'm hurt. I feel poor, foolish and sad, and you arrive and you are lightningglancing off the peach trees. That's why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so few, for love has to be so, involving and general, particular and terrifying, joyful and grieving, flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss. That's why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so few, for love has to be so, involving and general, particular and terrifying, joyful and grieving, flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss. . Pablo Neruda
Love! Love until the night collapses!
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Love! Love until the night collapses! Pablo Neruda
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With a chaste heart With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty Holding the leash of blood So that it might leap out and trace your outline Where you lie down in my Ode As in a land of forests or in surf In aromatic loam, or in sea music Beautiful nude Equally beautiful your feet Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound Your ears, small shells Of the splendid American sea Your breasts of level plentitude Fulfilled by living light Your flying eyelids of wheat Revealing or enclosing The two deep countries of your eyes The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of Burnished gold Fine alabaster To sink into the two grapes of your feet Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises Flowering fire Open chandelier A swelling fruit Over the pact of sea and earth From what materials Agate? Quartz? Wheat? Did your body come together? Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills The cleavage of one petal Sweet fruits of a deep velvet Until alone remained Astonished The fine and firm feminine form It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body Yet suffocate itself So much is clarity Taking its leave of you As if you were on fire within The moon lives in the lining of your skin. Pablo Neruda
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the...
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By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness Pablo Neruda
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Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenlybursts forth in joy, the sudden waveof silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come backwith eyes tiredat times from having seenthe unchanging earth, but when your laughter entersit rises to the sky seeking meand it opens for me allthe doors of life. My love, in the darkesthour your laughteropens, and if suddenlyyou see my blood stainingthe stones of the street, laugh, because your laughterwill be for my handslike a fresh sword. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raiseits foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter likethe flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the roseof my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twistedstreets of the island, laugh at this clumsyfool who loves you, but when I openmy eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter. Pablo Neruda
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Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of Díaz Casanueva; in that language in which Joaquín Edwards preaches nationalism. My discourse is profound; I speak with eloquence and seduction; my words, more than from me, issue from the warm nights, from the many solitary nights on the Red Sea, and when the tiny dancer puts her arm around my neck, I understand that she understands. Magnificent language! . Pablo Neruda
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep...
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. Pablo Neruda
Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en...
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Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon? Pablo Neruda
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Y por que el sol es tan mal amigodel caminante en el desierto? Y por que el sol es tan simpaticoen el jardin del hospital? And why is the sun such a bad companionto the traveler in the desert? And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden? Pablo Neruda
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Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano. Pablo Neruda
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will...
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Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air. Pablo Neruda
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No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention requiredto make a vain person like me understandthat, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he’d keep on gazing at mewith a look that reserved for me aloneall his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing. Pablo Neruda
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We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things:it was my destiny to love and say goodbye. Pablo Neruda
It was at that agethat poetry came in search of...
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It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me. Pablo Neruda
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the...
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I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty. Pablo Neruda
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The days aren't discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river. Sleep doesn't divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor:life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metalthat climbs or descends burning in your bones. . Pablo Neruda
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month...
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. Pablo Neruda
I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire...
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I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream. Pablo Neruda
I don't want to go on being a root in...
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I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbing and thinking, eating each day. Pablo Neruda
Love is a clash of lightnings
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Love is a clash of lightnings Pablo Neruda