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What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?
Pablo Neruda
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Pablo Neruda
Age: 69 †
Born: 1904
Born: July 12
Died: 1973
Died: September 23
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Autobiographer
Diplomat
Lyricist
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Politician
Senator Of Chile
Nieh-lu-ta
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Pāplō Nerūda
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I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
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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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Love! Love until the night collapses!
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In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.
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As slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and giving life: once again the heart distills them.
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From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?
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