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Tuesday, May 17th, 2011
6:29 pm

Hello. I am writing here to promote my new community: p_neruda

Which is intended to be a community much like this one (only hopefully a little more active)-- to share the life and works of P. Neruda.

I would personally love to meet some more Neruda fans, so please consider joining and sharing your favourite poems of his.

(If this post offends anyone, I am sorry; I didn't see anything in the rules and the maintainer account has been deleted, so I couldn't ask.)

current mood: creative

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Monday, April 6th, 2009
10:49 pm

This community seems very quiet nowadays, so let's cheer her up! :)

What's your favorite Neruda poem? And if you read any English-translated book of his poems, who's your favorite translator?

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Saturday, November 15th, 2008
11:55 pm

Hi everybody, I´m chilean and I´m very surprise about this comunity, so i want to share with all of you this chapter from the tv show "Grandes Chilenos" Inspirate in a tv show from UK call "The great Briton"

In Chile we had a big web votation with 60 important people for the History of Chile and OF COURSE Neruda was one of them, Here is the episode with his life, houses and some friend speak about him.

In spanish, sorry

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Thursday, July 3rd, 2008
10:11 am - whistling sexy (july 2, 2008)


so whistling is sexy
dire ocean, dire sea
calmly careening
island by island
beach by beach
so whistling is sexy ...
when you do

so words unspoken are true
like the wind, like the sand
underneath our almost bound feet
struggling for thoughts
that the body give away
so easily, so enchantingly
words almost uttered
but then again they were never heard
yet so true, its so true

so the tree, so the rock
he climbed, he trudged
funny, clumsily, and uncanny
like me lying half naked
and you whistling sexy ...
at me
under the scorching march sun
friends, rocks and the boat men
all gone, all done
just you and i
left behind ...


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Wednesday, November 14th, 2007
5:58 pm - translation help...

hello, folks. i'm hoping someone can point me in the direction of an english translation of this poem. my spanish speaking friend sent it to me without the translation, but with a summary, and it sounds incredible. or if anyone is really bored, maybe provide your own translation? help? thanks! =)

El sueño by Pablo Neruda

Andando en las arenas
yo decidí dejarte.

Pisaba un barro oscuro
que temblaba,
y hundiéndome y saliendo
decidí que salieras
de mí, que me pesabas
como piedra cortante,
y elaboré tu pérdida
paso a paso:
cortarte las raíces,
soltarte sola al viento.

Ay, en ese minuto,
corazón mío, un sueño
con sus alas terribles
te cubría.

Te sentías tragada por el barro,
y me llamabas y yo no acudía,
te ibas, inmóvil,
sin defenderte
hasta ahogarte en la boca de arena.

mi decisión se encontró con tu sueño,
y desde la ruptura
que nos quebraba el alma,
surgimos limpios otra vez, desnudos,
sin sueño, sin arena,
completos y radiantes,
sellados por el fuego.

current mood: curious

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Wednesday, February 21st, 2007
8:29 am - the coming of age (february 20, 2007)



the will to be forcible
for you to see me against tides
of unwanted imagery
against unexplained comedy
of you here lying motionless
touching the skin at my back

the risks already undertaken
from the moment you smelled my hair
till your arms playfully linger on my bare hip
then in unison
looking thru the frosty window
listening to the rain pouring madly at the roof
whispering carelessly to remember
long forgotten memories taken in innocence together

the bliss left under the sheets
with you holding me closely
against your bare chest
overpowering me with your able shoulders
trapped endlessly
wanting blissfully
to be here forever
without turning back
to our lives lived in secrecy


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Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
8:28 am - of love and not love (january 21, 2002)



swooning under the carpet
of love and not love
of emotions and none emotions
crashing under the rug of desire
or faltering under the feet of denial

fumbling all over
your heart so full of carelessness
of stepping out or being stepped at
of being conscious or being ridiculous
of love and the so-called love
of you yesterday and of you now
i wonder whom did i loved the most somehow

between love and hatred
of being impassioned or angered
i wonder how i ever made it
in times and in places
between right and wrong
i swoon underneath the mat
of love and not love
of being in love and being in love with you


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Monday, February 12th, 2007
8:33 am - interlude IX



wondering ... wondering
if you are
as sincere as cheating
as gallant as whining
as kind as lying
as valiant as hiding

wondering ... wondering
if love is
as furious as hatred
as scarlet as death
as fervent as bluntness
as plain as everyday



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Friday, February 2nd, 2007
1:21 pm - i said goodbye



moving forth
secretly hurting
deep inside
youve let me down
"have the ships been long gone?"

no looking back
just breathing ahead
have you let my hands go?
i cant feel your heart anymore

i am lost
this world is too big without you
ill drown
my heart will succumb
stay for a while
i cant say goodbye

facing ahead
tears against the wind
tomorrows too blinding
all things sinking
away from me
can you stay for a while
until i can say goodbye?


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Friday, January 26th, 2007
12:46 pm - in the sand of dreams forever



and so look at me now finally
i’ve gone so far and so fast so steadily
i’m almost sure i have forgotten you
but never did i forget the way i felt with you
as we melt together in the arms of sweet surrender
as we rushed together in the sand of dreams forever

time moved me so still
that i can't even tell what is real
i can't even tell how much i loved you
until i couldn't feel if i still do

time stood still so frequently
that i didn’t even noticed how wretched i have been
i didn't even feel how love was supposed to be
cause i was waiting for you so endlessly
cause i was standing here for you so wearily
and i was longing for you to come back to me
but you never did, you never did still
but i was waiting still, i was waiting still forever
to melt with you again in the arms of sweet surrender
to rush with you again in the sand of dreams forever


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Thursday, January 18th, 2007
1:00 pm

Hi guys. i'm currently auctioning a copy of Love by Pablo Neruda. it's in perfect condition, but i have two copies so i don't need this one.

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Thursday, December 21st, 2006
6:49 am - NPR's Song of the Day

Excerpt from story on NPR's web site:
"Peter Lieberson provides settings for five love sonnets by the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda: They're sumptuously scored and lit with the tenuous warmth of an Indian summer. The composer stumbled across Neruda's poems in an airport bookstore and found their tender and searching stanzas to be a perfect gift for husband and wife. Sadly, just over a year after the songs' May 2005 premiere -- and less than eight months after this live recording was made -- Hunt Lieberson died at 52."
View and listen here

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Thursday, December 14th, 2006
6:37 pm - Five Decades: Poems by Pablo Neruda for sale

Hi. If anyone is interested, I have a brand new *bilingual* (original Spanish & English) copy of Neruda's Five Decades: Poems (1925-1970) up for sale on ebay. The list price is $15.00 and the starting price is only 99 cents, so it's a real steal for those who love Neruda. Ebay and paypal accounts are free, and you can buy it securely with a credit card, so don't be hesitant to bid if you're new to ebay.  Thanks guys. :)

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Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
2:26 pm - jeremiahs lament

i haven't stopped yet...
no time to look back
haven't stopped myself midsentence...mid anything to
think about you.
only now
i have.
...and i haven't stopped
holding my breathe...

current mood: disappointed

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Tuesday, July 18th, 2006
11:07 pm - Sonnet XVII

My grandparents are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary this year. It was actually in February, but as they are parents of 8 children and 20 grandchildren... not to mention all the other relatives... a lot of the family is spread out over the country. Summer is usually the best time to see everyone. At the end of this month we're having a huge party and the grandchildren (I'm the oldest) have contributed to a book of various memories, pictures, stories, etc in a book for them. As an English and a Classics major, I have a desperate love for words, literature, writing... and I think what could be more me than a few selections of my favorite poets. I can't really think of one Neruda poem that doesn't make me swoon... but I thought that this one in particular was a good poem for the occasion. I have a few other favorites that are... well... adult. Lol, this one still captures the essence of Neruda and still manages to speak to the beauty of loving someone. I figured I'd share it in here and see if anyone thinks this was a good choice.

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
Secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

current mood: content

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5:31 pm - New Member~

Hi, I'm Mimi and I am a new member. Hurrah!

So anyways, I thought I'd go ahead and post my favourite Neruda poem. It's short, and it's from The Book of Questions.

I'm posting the Spanish version as well because I can understand Spanish fairly well and I think it's beautiful when it's in Spanish.


Do thoughts of love fall
into extinct volcanoes?

Is a crater an act of vengeance
or a punishment of the earth?

With which stars do they go on speaking,
the rivers that never reach the sea?


Caen pensamientos de amor
en los volcanes extinguidos?

Es un crater una venganza
o es un castigo de la tierra?

Con que estrellas siguen hablando
los rios que no desembocan?


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12:03 am - This was in Il Postino...

Is it by Neruda? What is its title?

Naked you are as simple as one of your hands
smooth, terrestrial, tiny, round, transparent
you have moon-lines, apple paths
Naked, you are as thin as bare wheat
Naked, ou are blue like a Cuban night
There are vines and stars in your hair
Naked, you are enormous and yellow
like summer in a gilded church."

It is so indescribably beautiful.

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Sunday, July 2nd, 2006
5:14 am - Love Sonnet XLV ("Don't go far off, not even for a day")

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Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

- Pablo Neruda -

Neruda's Verses

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Friday, June 30th, 2006
5:52 am - If You Forget Me

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I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon,
at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

- Pablo Neruda -

Neruda's Verses

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Sunday, June 4th, 2006
3:50 am

hi I'm a chilean girl, err, how i arrived here, mm, good question, i was  looking for a community where I could know English-speaking people that was learning Spanish, and then by chance, I saw the name of this community, and was lik "ohh a community for neruda! woaa",and  I have some neruda's stuff, my fave (and the only one that I have in my shelf and not in a box)is "20 poeamas de amory una cancion desesperada, cien sonetos"

so, if you need something, for example about some translation or the meaning, or scaned poems you can ask me.

BTW, I recommend you the poem XV, I don't have time to translate it(but i can, but having the time to do it), and probably wouldn't do it very well

but here is.

it is the most well-known in chile  with "puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche"

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

see you!

(btw, my english is not enough good so have me patience T_T)

my book :P

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