Whenever I’m in a certain mood, only words are the cure. I do admit to having a few go-to writers. And when I’m talking writers, I mean poets. Beautiful sonnets that create a universe in your mind and a city in your soul are the kind I enjoy. One poet who never ceases to amaze me is the talented Pablo Neruda. The man can write.
One particular line from his poem ‘Every Day You Play’ always sweeps me up: “I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” Now, if that doesn’t kick up your spirits, I don’t know what will. But there’s definitely more. Here is a list of quotes from the Chilean poet and diplomat himself. These are the lines that put Neruda in his own stellar world.
1. 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.
2. Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
about keeping our lives moving
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death
Perhaps the world can teach us
as when everything seems dead
but later proves to be alive.
to so many places
there to find myself
and constantly examine myself
with no witness but the moon
and then whistle with joy,
ambling over rocks and clods of earth,
with no task but to live,
with no family but the road.