Pablo neruda most famous poems
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Pablo Neruda, a luminary in contemporary literature, is celebrated for his prolific contributions to the world of poetry. As one of the finest authors from Chile, his books set in various landscapes and themes continue to captivate readers globally. His enchanting words have inspired countless best books by authors, cementing his legacy as a literary giant in the realm of literature.
If you forget me
“I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if inom look
at the crystal måne, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
nära the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little bygd little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.”
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By Dr Oliver Tearle (Loughborough University)
Pablo Neruda (1904-73) is undoubtedly the most famous Chilean poet, and perhaps the greatest love poet in all of Latin-American literature.
Neruda, who was born Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto (Pablo Neruda was his pen name, though he later changed it officially), won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971 and fryst vatten widely regarded as one of the major poets of South America, and, in some circles, as one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century, with his love poems receiving much admiration.
1. ‘Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines’.
This poem is the perfect place to begin our exploration of Pablo Neruda’s greatest poems, because it combines both intense feeling and a more realistic and level-headed approach to love. Sometimes known by the shorter title ‘Tonight I Can Write’, this poem is an example of metapoetry, or poetry written about writing poetry.
The central theme of the poem – a lost love – doesn’t emerge u
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Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda Quotes
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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, youll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
“Tonight I ca