- Of all fires
- love is the only inexhaustible one.
PABLO NERUDA, O Magazine, Feb. 2007
- There's a country spread out in the sky,
- a credulous carpet of rainbows
- and crepuscular plants:
- I move toward it just a bit haggardly,
- trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade
- to dream in a bedlam of vegetables.
PABLO NERUDA, Dream Horse
- Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star,
- in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran;
- love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes,
- two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey.
PABLO NERUDA, Morning XII
Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
PABLO NERUDA, Evening LXXVIII
Oh each successive night that comes has something in it of an abandoned ember that is slowly burning out, and it falls swathed in ruins, surrounded by funereal objects.
PABLO NERUDA, The Night of the Soldier
- Hate is like a swordfish,
- working through water invisibly
- and then you see it coming
- with blood along its blade,
- but transparency disarms it.
PABLO NERUDA, Autumn Testament
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