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The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.
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
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Politician
Senator Of Chile
Nieh-lu-ta
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Pamplo Nerouda
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Bāblū Nīrūdā
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Nieluda
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Pāplō Nerūda
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Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
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I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?
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Hands make the world each day.
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Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
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Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.
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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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I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?
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Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.
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Am I allowed to ask my book / whether it's true I wrote it?
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What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?
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Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.
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I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.
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I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
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Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?
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It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood - and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
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