Pablo Neruda

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poets

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#rain #trees #dreams

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#childhood #childhood

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#change

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases..... ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#intelligence

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. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#born #forests #grew #hill #i

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#sadness #love

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

— Pablo Neruda

#philosophical #nature

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #spanish #love