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Pablo Neruda

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

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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

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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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