What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
PABLO NERUDAWhat did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
PABLO NERUDAThere were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
PABLO NERUDAPeace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
PABLO NERUDAFrom sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
PABLO NERUDALike them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
PABLO NERUDAAnd one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
PABLO NERUDALove is the mystery of water and a star.
PABLO NERUDAIn love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.
PABLO NERUDAHe who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.
PABLO NERUDAWhile I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
PABLO NERUDALove! Love until the night collapses!
PABLO NERUDAMy soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
PABLO NERUDAI will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
PABLO NERUDALove has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
PABLO NERUDAThere is no space wider than that of grief.
PABLO NERUDABut from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
PABLO NERUDA