Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
There’s No Forgetting Ask me where I have been and I’ll tell you: “Things keep on happening.” I must talk of the rubble that darkens the stones; of the river’s duration, destroying itself; I know only the things that the birds have abandoned, or the ocean behind me, or my sorrowing sister. Why the distinctions… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
I will never forget that absence that entered me like a man enters his own house, and I was satisfied with nonbeing: an emptiness open to everything. —Pablo Neruda, from “It Happens,” The Sea and the Bells ( Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands. — Pablo Neruda, from “Sonnet XX,” 100 Love Sonnets. (University of Texas Press; Reissue edition January 1, 1986) Originally published 1959.
Amor So many days, oh so many days seeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do I pay? The bloodthirsty spring has awakened in the woods. The foxes start from their earths, the serpents drink the dew, and I go with you in the leaves between the pines and… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
And I, tiny being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss.” — Pablo Neruda, from “Poetry,” I Explain a Few Things: Selected Poems, transl. by Alastair Reid (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2007)
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. — Pablo Neruda, from “Amor,” Intimacies: Poems of Love. (Harper; 1st edition, October 28, 2008)