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Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry.
Pablo Neruda
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Pablo Neruda
Age: 69 †
Born: 1904
Born: July 12
Died: 1973
Died: September 23
Author
Autobiographer
Diplomat
Lyricist
Poet
Politician
Senator Of Chile
Nieh-lu-ta
Neftalí Reyes Basoalto
Pamplo Nerouda
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes
Bāblū Nīrūdā
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Nieluda
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Neftali Reyes Basualto
Neftali Reyes Basoalto
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Neftalí Reyes Basualto
Pāplō Nerūda
Danger
Poetry
Around
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Thing
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Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes vulgar and unacceptable. It is necessary first to pan though all other poetry in order to become a political poet.
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Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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Love is a clash of lightnings
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Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
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I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling.
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In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater
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The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight
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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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I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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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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I say love, and the world populates itself with doves.
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I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
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Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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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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How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?
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It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.
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Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.
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