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Pablo Neruda

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.

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Pablo Neruda

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)

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Pablo Neruda

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain? — Pablo Neruda, “III,” The Book of Questions. Translated by William O’Daly.… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda

Sonnet LXV Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just above my heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were gone that quickly. I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, nothing… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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