Too Many Names by Pablo Neruda
Well of course I want things. Everybody, at least once in their lives, has stayed awake all night thinking about the things they want. Some eventually get coaxed back to bed, and they turn, smiling, remembering what they already have.
Clenched Soul by Pablo Neruda
The roof almost got torn out, the trees almost uprooted. Oh, we stayed in. For a moment, I relived that typhoon two years ago, and I was back on the highway, the flood up to my ankles, my knees, my
Lovely One by Pablo Neruda
Had an incredibly good night. Listening to Marc Streitenfeld's Wisdom. That feeling you get: leaving without moving. So I took a book out of the shelf, and it's this collection of works by Neruda, a gift from an old love.
Ode to a Cluster of Violets by Pablo Neruda
Last day of July. It is midnight, I am listening to Silvestri, and thinking of you. The sight of you in bed, your tousled hair like feathers on my pillow. I want to kiss all of your eyelashes. They would
I Crave Your Mouth by Pablo Neruda
From an article, Coping With Urges by Robert Westernmeyer, Ph. D.: "We experience craving in varying degrees every day. And because your habit has been important to you for a long time, it may be unreasonable to expect urges to vanish
Sonnet XVII (I do not love you…) by Pablo Neruda
Because the year has just started, and every once in awhile, one is entitled to a love poem: Sonnet XVII Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love
Tonight I can write the saddest lines by Pablo Neruda
Here: a poem for a shattered night. Tonight I can write the saddest lines Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight
Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda
"For once on earth / let’s not speak in any language, / let’s stop for one second, / and not move our arms so much."