Look around–there’s only one thing of danger for you here–poetry. — Pablo Neruda

Poetry is an act of peace. — Pablo Neruda

Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when. — Pablo Neruda

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me. — Pablo Neruda

The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again. — Pablo Neruda

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. — Pablo Neruda

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us. — Pablo Neruda

Love is so short, forgetting is so long. — Pablo Neruda

I am no longer in love with her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. — Pablo Neruda

Love is a clash of lightnings — Pablo Neruda

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye. — Pablo Neruda

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss. — Pablo Neruda

I love you as one loves certain dark things. — Pablo Neruda

Love! Love until the night collapses! — Pablo Neruda

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. — Pablo Neruda

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss. — Pablo Neruda

I say love, and the world populates itself with doves. — Pablo Neruda

Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss. — Pablo Neruda

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life — Pablo Neruda

About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you. — Pablo Neruda

Love is the mystery of water and a star. — Pablo Neruda

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight? — Pablo Neruda

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. — Pablo Neruda

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey’s sweet. — Pablo Neruda

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you. — Pablo Neruda

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping. — Pablo Neruda

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases….. — Pablo Neruda

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way — Pablo Neruda

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. — Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. — Pablo Neruda

Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon? — Pablo Neruda

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon? — Pablo Neruda

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset. — Pablo Neruda

Sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet. — Pablo Neruda

Laughter is the language of the soul. — Pablo Neruda

I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. — Pablo Neruda

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent. — Pablo Neruda

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. — Pablo Neruda

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. — Pablo Neruda

Bitter love, a violet with it’s crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you? — Pablo Neruda

Maybe someone will know I didn’t weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves. — Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were the salt–rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. — Pablo Neruda

I was the owner of my own darkness. — Pablo Neruda

I am made of earth, and my song made of words. — Pablo Neruda

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands? — Pablo Neruda

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter. — Pablo Neruda

The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence… — Pablo Neruda

What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky. — Pablo Neruda

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky? — Pablo Neruda

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain. — Pablo Neruda

I don’t want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbing and thinking, eating each day. — Pablo Neruda

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? — Pablo Neruda

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? — Pablo Neruda

The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood. — Pablo Neruda

Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don’t belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride? — Pablo Neruda

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood. — Pablo Neruda

Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it. — Pablo Neruda

I’ve come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate’s like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade–clear water misleads you. — Pablo Neruda

Day–colored wine, night–colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth. — Pablo Neruda

Someday, somewhere–anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. — Pablo Neruda

Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles? — Pablo Neruda

Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called Pablo Neruda?) — Pablo Neruda

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men. — Pablo Neruda

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics. — Pablo Neruda

Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I’m going to turn it into hope. — Pablo Neruda

So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet–smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb. — Pablo Neruda

I don’t know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast. — Pablo Neruda

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives. — Pablo Neruda

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done. — Pablo Neruda

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star–like, as distant, as true. — Pablo Neruda

The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance. — Pablo Neruda

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept? — Pablo Neruda

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us. — Pablo Neruda

We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses. — 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

Oh each successive night that comes has something in it of an abandoned ember that is slowly burning out, and it falls swathed in ruins, surrounded by funereal objects. — Pablo Neruda

I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind. — Pablo Neruda

I love all the things there are, and of all fires love is the only inexhaustible one; and that’s why I go from life to life. — Pablo Neruda

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin. — Pablo Neruda

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood. — Pablo Neruda

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. — Pablo Neruda

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying…and every day on the balcony of the sea wings open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning. — Pablo Neruda

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream. — Pablo Neruda

We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers. — Pablo Neruda

Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood in the tunnel of sleeplessness. — Pablo Neruda

I do not love you–except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire. — Pablo Neruda

I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks. — Verb.

Why is it so hard, the sweetness of the heart of the cherry? Is it because it must die or because it must carry on? — Pablo Neruda

But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies. — Pablo Neruda

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body… and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. — Pablo Neruda

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart. — Pablo Neruda

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart–a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness. — Pablo Neruda

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. — Pablo Neruda

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. — Pablo Neruda

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar. — Pablo Neruda

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar. — Pablo Neruda