Pablo Neruda Quotes about Writing

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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda

Love, Pregnancy, Writing

Pablo Neruda (1969). “Pablo Neruda: the early poems”

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

Pain, Writing, Suffering

Pablo Neruda, “Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines”

If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living.

Pablo Neruda

Writing, Goes On, Dare

Pablo Neruda (2009). “The Captain's Verses/Los Versos Del Capitan”, p.107, New Directions Publishing

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Pablo Neruda

Stars, Writing, Remember You

Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.14, Macmillan

On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.

Pablo Neruda

Writing, Humanity, Earth

Pablo Neruda, Mark Eisner (2004). “The essential Neruda: selected poems”, p.7, City Lights Books

Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life.

Pablo Neruda

Writing, Men, Hands

Milton Rogovin, Pablo Neruda, Dennis Maloney, Robert Bly (1984). “Windows that open inward: images of Chile”, White Pine Pr

While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.

Pablo Neruda

Writing, Gone, Far Away

Pablo Neruda (2015). “I Explain a Few Things: Selected Poems”, p.167, Macmillan

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.

Pablo Neruda

Writing, Breathing