Pablo Neruda Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

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  Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

  Pablo Neruda

  Sweet, Morning, Coffee

• Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

  Pablo Neruda

  Struggle, Volcanoes, Iron

  Pablo Neruda, Roberto González Echevarria (2011). “Canto General”, p.42, Univ of California Press

• But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

  Pablo Neruda

  Love, Wind, Feet

  Pablo Neruda (2008). “Love Poems”, p.7, New Directions Publishing

• Love is the mystery of water and a star.

  Pablo Neruda

  Stars, Love Is, Water

• 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

  Hate, Blood, Water

  Pablo Neruda (1990). “Selected Poems”, p.395, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.

  Pablo Neruda

  Flower, Fire, Air

• Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand.

  Pablo Neruda

  Blue, Water, Silence

• The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence...

  Pablo Neruda

  Music, Rain, Rivers

• I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.

  Pablo Neruda

  Hate, Sight, Blood

  Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.492, Macmillan

• You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
  while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
  collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
  because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
  galloping water, incessant sand,
  we make the only permanent tenderness.

  Pablo Neruda

  Famous Love, Sea, Water

  Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.512, Macmillan

• Over your breasts of motionless current, over your legs of firmness and water, over the permanence and the pride of your naked hair I want to be, my love, now that the tears are thrown into the raucous baskets where they accumulate, I want to be, my love, alone with a syllable of mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow.

  Pablo Neruda

  Pride, Hair, Snow

  Pablo Neruda (1990). “Selected Poems”, p.127, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

  Pablo Neruda

  Girl, Eye, Dark

• The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight

  Pablo Neruda

  Cutting, August, Water

• I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.

  Pablo Neruda

  Water, Bird, Rising

• Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.

  Pablo Neruda

  Stars, Journey, Air

• I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.

  Pablo Neruda

  Sea, Circles, Water

• The word
  was born in the blood,
  grew in the dark body, beating,
  and took flight through the lips and the mouth.
  Farther away and nearer
  still, still it came
  from dead fathers and from wondering races,
  from lands which had turned to stone,
  lands weary of their poor tribes,
  for when grief took to the roads
  the people set out and arrived
  and married new land and water
  to grow their words again.
  And so this is the inheritance;
  this is the wavelength which connects us
  with dead men and the dawning
  of new beings not yet come to light.

  Pablo Neruda

  Father, Grief, Dark

  Pablo Neruda, Ilan Stavans, Robert Bly (2007). “I explain a few things: selected poems”, Farrar Straus & Giroux

• 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

  Love, Stars, War

  Pablo Neruda (1974). “Pablo Neruda: Five Decades, a Selection (poems, 1925-1970)”, p.209, Grove Press

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