Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. — Pablo Neruda, from “Sonnet XII,” Selected Poems. (San Val, September 1990) Originally published 1961. Advertisements
Since, without leaving the present that is a fragile ring, we touch the sand of yesterday and on the sea, love reveals a repeated fury. — Pablo Neruda, from “Integrations,” The Yellow Heart, translated by William O’Daly (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
Verb I’m going to wrinkle this word, I’m going to twist it, yes, it is much too flat it is as if a great dog or great river had passed its tongue or water over it during many years. I want that in the word the roughness is seen the iron salt The de-fanged strength… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
… it is we ourselves who call forth the spirits through our own myth-making. — Pablo Neruda, from “Nobel Lecture,” December 13, 1971
XXVII Naked, you are simple as a hand, smooth, earthy, small…transparent, round. You have moon lines and apple paths; Naked, you are slender as the wheat. Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color, Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair; Naked, you are spacious and yellow As a summer’s wholeness in a… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
In the end, everyone is aware of this: / nobody keeps any of what he has, / and life is only a borrowing of bones. — Pablo Neruda, from “October Fullness,” The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems. (City Lights Publishers; Bilingual edition, April 1, 2004) Originally t published January 1st 1979.
That’s why my heart / expands and rises / into bread for your mouth to devour. — Pablo Neruda, from “5,” Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems, trans. Forrest Gander (Copper Canyon Press, 2016)