Art of Words

Pablo Neruda

“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 do not 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 your eyes close.” 

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, 

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” 

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

Pablo Neruda

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. 

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day 

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. 

I hunger for your sleek laugh, 

your hands the color of a savage harvest, 

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, 

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. 

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, 

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, 

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, 

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, 

hunting for you, for your hot heart, 

Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.” 

― Pablo Neruda