So many days oh so many daysseeing you so tangible and so closehow do I pay with what do I payThe bloodthirsty springhas awakened in the woods.The foxes start from their earthsthe serpents drink the dewand I go with you in the leavesbetween the pines and the silenceasking myself how and whenI will have to pay for my luck.Of everything I have seenits you I want to go on seeingof everything Ive touchedits your flesh I want to go on touching.I love your orange laughter.I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.What am I to do love loved oneI dont know how others loveor how people loved in the past.I live watching you loving you.Being in love is my nature.You please me more each afternoon.Where is she I keep on askingif your eyes disappear.How long shes taking I think and Im hurt.I feel poor foolish and sadand you arrive and you are lightningglancing off the peach trees.Thats why I love you and yet not why.There are so many reasons and yet so fewfor love has to be soinvolving and generalparticular and terrifyingjoyful and grievingflowering like the starsand measureless as a kiss.Thats why I love you and yet not why.There are so many reasons and yet so fewfor love has to be soinvolving and generalparticular and terrifyingjoyful and grievingflowering like the starsand measureless as a kiss.
Famous Quotes from Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth your voice your hair.Silent and starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me dawn disrupts me all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
And I infinitesimal being drunk with the great starry void likeness image of mystery I felt myself a pure part of the abyss I wheeled with the stars my heart broke loose on the wind.
Love Love until the night collapses
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name suddenly your heart showed me my way
I am no longer in love with her thats certain but maybe I love her. Love is so short forgetting is so long.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write for instance The night is full of stars and the stars blue shiver in the distance. The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large still eyes I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I dont have her. To feel that Ive lost her. To hear the immense night more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldnt keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. Thats all. Far away someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We we who were we are the same no longer. I no longer love her true but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone elses. She will be someone elses. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her true but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me and this may be the last poem I write for her.
Dont go far off not even for a daybecause I dont know how to say it - a day is longand I will be waiting for you as inan empty station when the trains areparked off somewhere else asleep.Dont leave me even for an hour because thenthe little drops of anguish will all run togetherthe smoke that roams looking for a home will driftinto me choking my lost heart.Oh may your silhouette never dissolveon the beach may your eyelids never flutterinto the empty distance. Dont LEAVE me fora second my dearest because in that moment youllhave gone so far Ill wander mazilyover all the earth asking will youcome back Will you leave me here dying
In this part of the story I am the one whodies the only one and I will die of love because I love youbecause I love you Love in fire and in blood.
Love.Because of you in gardens of blossomingFlowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.I have forgotten your face I no longerRemember your hands how did your lipsFeel on mineBecause of you I love the white statuesDrowsing in the parks the white statues thatHave neither voice nor sight.I have forgotten your voice your happy voiceI have forgotten your eyes.Like a flower to its perfume I am bound toMy vague memory of you. I live with painThat is like a wound if you touch me you willMake to me an irreperable harm.Your caresses enfold me like climbingVines on melancholy walls.I have forgotten your love yet I seem toGlimpse you in every window.Because of you the heady perfumes ofSummer pain me because of you I againSeek out the signs that precipitate desiresShooting stars falling objects.