Pablo Neruda Quotes about Rain

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I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one can stop the river of

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one can stop the river of your hands, your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky. and: From the stormy archipelagoes I brought my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, the habitual slowness of natural things: they made up my wild heart.

Pablo Neruda

Crazy, Rain, Flower

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

Dream, Rain, Night

Pablo Neruda (1990). “Selected Poems”, p.237, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

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Life, Rain, Fall

Pablo Neruda (2001). “Libro de Las Preguntas”, p.66, Copper Canyon Press

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

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Rain, Fall, Heart

Pablo Neruda, “The Dead Woman”

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

Rain, Voice, Rivers

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.

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Distance, Rain, Winter

Pablo Neruda (2002). “Winter Garden”, p.35, Copper Canyon Press

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

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Regret, Rain, Roots

Pablo Neruda (1991). “The book of questions”, Copper Canyon Pr

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

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

Pablo Neruda

Broken Heart, Rain, Bird

Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.668, Macmillan

Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.

Pablo Neruda

Rain, Dust, Names

Milton Rogovin, Pablo Neruda, Dennis Maloney, Robert Bly (1985). “Windows that open inward: images of Chile”, White Pine Pr