Always
I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!
Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973), better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda, was a Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet-diplomat and politician. Neruda became known as a poet when he was 13 years old…
View profile & all 68 Poems / StoriesTonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shattered
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
Die slowlyHe who becomes the slave of habit,
Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
