And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us. The light of each day, its flame or its repose, they deliver to us, taking them from time, and so our treasure is disinterred in shadow or light, and so our kisses kiss life: all love is enclosed in our love: all thirst ends in our embrace. Here we are at last face to face, we have met, we have lost nothing

“IF YOU FORGET ME I want you to knowone thing. You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boats that sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now,if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenlyyou forget medo not look f...

I have been told that if I want to appreciate poetry than I should read Pablo Neruda. Perhaps it was the translation, but I was just not enthralled by this collection. There were a few good gems that I found, but I was overall just not impressed. Maybe I am just missing something? Or maybe poetry is just not my thing. If you like poetry and have never read Neruda, I would definitely still give this collection a go, maybe you will get more out of it than I did.

Hard to believe Neruda's love poems caused such a scandal when first published anonymously in 1952.Yes there is eroticism, but it's done in the best possible taste - romantic, gorgeous, a celebration, not tacky or dirty. At the end of the day, Love is the greatest, grandest, most brilliant thing on earth, and this collection absolutely shows that. It is difficult to find an analogue for the sustained passion and gentleness communicated in this absolutely stunning apotheosis of the poetry of sexu...

One of my favorites of Many..... "If You Forget Me" Well, now,if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me,for I shall already have forgotten you.If you think it long and mad,the wind of bannersthat passes through my life,and you decideto leave me at the shoreof the heart where I have roots,rememberthat on that day,at that hour,I shall lift my armsand my roots will set offto seek another land.Butif each day,each hour,yo...

I don’t read poetry very much at all but felt inspired to read this small collection as Pablo Neruda plays an important role in Isabel Allende’s latest book The Long Petal of the Sea. The title is how Neruda describes Chile. Most of these poems are written on Capri and concern the sea, the landscape and his love for Mathilde Urrutia. This is a beautiful and lyrical collection which is a pleasure to read. I especially like Your Laughter, Wind on the Island, Ode and Burgeonings and Epithalamium bu...

A small solid collection of poems. Night on the island being my favorite of them all. Weird aside I’m almost positive that Pablo spent a lot of time on Capri coming to terms with a foot fetish and it shows. But no kink shaming here, to each his own. Just sometimes very obvious.

enjoyed reading this one

Including about two dozen of Pablo Neruda's best love poems, this pocket-sized collection combines aesthetic appeal and excellent verse. Between the pastel pink covers of Love Poems, Neruda's pacing is swift, his tone intimate, his phrasing rhythmic; images of touch, transformation, and the natural world characterize the poet's sensual poems. In contrast to writers who represent passion as destructive or anti-social, Neruda envisions erotic experience as capable of not only enriching the inner l...

My struggle is harsh and I come backwith eyes tiredat times from having seenthe unchanging earth,but when your laughter entersit rises to the sky seeking meand it opens for me allthe doors of life. What good is a poet in this mercantile, selfish modern world? Recently, I watched a wonderful movie about the late years of Pablo Neruda, living in exile on a small, sunny island near Italy. [“Il Postino”] It made me realize I have heard this name for years, came across scattered verses of his, but I

YOUR LAUGHTER Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose,the lanceflower that you pluck,the water that suddenlybursts forth in your joy,the sudden waveof silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come backwith eyes tiredat times from having seenthe unchanging earth,but when your laughter entersit rises to the sky seeking meand it opens for me allthe doors of life. My love, in the darkesthour your laughteropens, and if

The poems in this collection by Nobel winning Neruda are full, muscular with heart, bursting red in passionate blood, round and loud and straightforward in their declarations. I am sure to re-read them in the future.from AbsenceMy love,we have found each otherthirsty and we havedrunk up all the water and the blood,we found each otherhungryand we bit each otheras fire bites,leaving wounds in us.But wait for me,keep for me your sweetness.I will give you tooa rose.

Absence:My love,we have found each otherthirsty and we havedrunk up all the water and the blood,we found each otherhungryand we bit each otheras fire bites,leaving wounds in us.hold me close, recite this in Spanish and watch me melt...divine.

But I love your feetonly because they walkedupon the earth and uponthe wind and upon the waters,until they found me.Favourite poems: 'Your Feet,' 'Wind on the Island,' and 'Always'

In you I know again how I am born.In Nerudian universe love is a force of nature and the beloved an embodiment of the Earth, a telluric metaphor par excellence - and deliciously erotic.Your shoulders rise like two hillsyour breasts wander over my breast,my arm scarcely managed to encircle the thinnew-moon line of your waist:in love you have loosened yourself like sea water:I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyesand I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.---And when you appearall...

Wowsome!!!!It's hard not to fall in love with myself or with the idea of love or just to relive memories while reading this one👍I would so love to read out loud the lines written here....I would so like to recommend this book of love poems.My first ever reread of a poetry book 😘I would so recommend this book as a gift choice for the upcoming Valentines.Damn, am I going crazy and mushy all over again?!

One of my all-time favorites.I love its compact size. I love the pink cover with the gold lettering and beautiful font. I love that the English translation sits side-by-side with the Spanish translation. It's a mood lifter and most definitely swoon-worthy.

AlwaysI am not jealousof what came before me. Come with a manon your shoulders,come with a hundred men in your hair,come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,come like a riverfull of drowned menwhich flows down to the wild sea,to the eternal surf, to Time! Bring them allto where I am waiting for you;we shall always be alone,we shall always be you and Ialone on earth,to start our life! Neruda took my hand and opened the magical world of Poetry to me. Love brought me to him , he

Only lovers can accept the pink coverAnd gold, curvy letteringAnd accept them as non-hyperbolic,As a necessity,As the color and script of the islandWhere the wind gallops like a horseAnd where not even night can separate them.Singletons will like the slender shape,The back pocket worthinessOf the hand sized rectangles Of downed trees.They will compliment the translation,Or else, They will scoff at the color of sunsetAnd discard this volume for one that is moreEconomical with its words-Perhaps Em...

The passion, the lust , the love , the poetry comes together like the starts in the night sky to form into a one beautiful masterpiece that still keep its fire burning since that day it was written. Pablo Neruda's Love Poems : a libidinous work of art .