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Am I allowed to ask my book / whether it's true I wrote it?
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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Senator Of Chile
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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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Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
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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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O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power But once we live all careless free No cross to mar our love-lit bower.
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I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.
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Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood in the tunnel of sleeplessness.
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Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.
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I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound Feel through the dark For the scream.
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