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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda

In the distance someone is singing.
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Distance Sing
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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Sad Voyage
Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
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Giving Hope Inspirational Iron Silence Struggle Water
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDA

I Love You Love Night Poem Sad Writing
I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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Fruit Live Matter Positive Shape
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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Bread Deep Peace Poem
I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
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Alcohol Couple Speak Table Wine
Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
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Blood Hate Transparent Water
What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Autumn Money Yellow
In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
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Couple Kiss Romantic
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
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Couple Crave Missing
There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
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Fruit Grief Hunger Miracle Ruin Thirst
The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
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Bird Couple Girlfriend I Love You Valentine Wife
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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Divide Life Poetry Politics
The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.
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Beautiful Book Come Learning Reading Ship Thinking Truth
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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Butterfly Green Light Nature Silence

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

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