582 Quotes by Pablo Neruda

as you come out of the sea, naked,and return to the world full of salt and sun,reverberating statue and sword of the sand.

And the heart sounds like a sour conch,calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic,scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:the sea reports sonorouslyon its languid shadows, its green poppies.

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all timetables.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold,my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on your forehead,love, I love you because you are clear and dark.

Do tears not yet spilledwait in small lakes?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?

Es una copa llenade aguael mundo.

Cumpliendo con mi oficiopiedra con piedra, pluma a pluma,pasa el invierno y dejasitios abandonados,habitaciones muertas:yo trabajo y trabajo,debo substituirtantos olvidos,llenar de pan las tinieblas,fundar otra vez la esperanza.

I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallows,the pure and tiny waterof the small, fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen.

So close that your hand upon my chest is mine,so close that your eyes close with my sleep.