Ten Verses Of Pablo Neruda Not To Forget

The Chilean poet wrote some of the most beautiful verses in the history of poetry in Spanish

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The Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, whose real name was Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes, was the author of some of the most beautiful poems in Hispano-American Literature. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971 and an honorary doctorate from Oxford University.

He wrote a total of 45 books, apart from anthologies and selections there are compilations and these are some of his best verses that have gone down in history.

Love

How would I know to love you, woman, how would I know
love you, love you like no one ever knew!
To die and still love you more.
And still love you more and more.

sonnet 22

How many times, love, I loved you without seeing you and perhaps without remembering,
without recognizing your look, without looking at you, centaury,
in opposite regions, in a burning noon:
You were just the scent of cereal that I love.

friend, don’t die

Friend, don’t die!
I am the one who waits for you in the starry night,
on the golden beaches, on the blonde ages.
The one who cut hyacinths for your bed, and roses.
Stretched out among the grass I am the one who awaits you!

Sonnet 93

I will die kissing your crazy cold mouth,
embracing the lost cluster of your body,
and looking for the light of your closed eyes.
And so when the earth receives our embrace
we will go confused in a single death
to live forever the eternity of a kiss.

poem 7

The sea

I need the sea because it teaches me:
I don’t know if I learn music or conscience:
I don’t know if it’s a single wave or it’s deep
or only hoarse voice or dazzling
assumption of fish and ships.

poem 20

I don’t love her anymore, it’s true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and oblivion is so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
My soul is not content with having lost it.

Although this is the last pain that she causes me,
and these are the last verses that I write to him.

here i love you

Sometimes up early and even my soul is wet.
The distant sea sounds, resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and in vain the horizon hides you.

don’t be far from me

Don’t go away for an hour because then
in that hour the drops of sleeplessness come together
and maybe all the smoke that is looking for a home
Come kill my lost heart.

poem 15

I like you when you shut up and you’re distant.
And you’re like complaining, cooing butterfly.
And you hear me from afar, and my voice does not reach you:
Allow me to hush myself with your silence.

Ten verses of Pablo Neruda not to forget