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It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

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Pablo Neruda
Age: 69 †
Born: 1904
Born: July 12
Died: 1973
Died: September 23
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Senator Of Chile
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How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.
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Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love... But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone. Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of time the cold heart of the clocks.
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Hands make the world each day.
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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?
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I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.
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And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?
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From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.
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In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
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