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There is something dense, united, settled in the depths, repeating its number, its identical sign. How it is noted that stones have touched time, in their refined matter there is an odor of age, of water brought by the sea, from salt and sleep...
Oceanic dawn at the centre of my life, waves like grapes, the sky's solitude,...
I don't believe in age. All old people carry in their eyes....
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you...
Neruda was a poet-diplomat and politician who became known as a poet at aged 13. He wrote in various styles including surrealist, and historical political...
Poet: Pablo Neruda Born: 12 July 1904, Parral, Chile Chilean Died: 23 September 1973, Santiago, Chile
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. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light … Continue reading Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba; You've vines and stars in your hair. Naked you are spacious and yellow As summer in a golden … Continue reading Love Sonnet XXVII by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that … Continue reading Poem Of The Week: If You Forget Me
