Quote by: Pablo Neruda

Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to My vague memory of you. I live with pain That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will Make to me an irreperable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing Vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to Glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of Summer pain me; because of you, I again Seek out the signs that precipitate desires: Shooting stars, falling objects.


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Author Bio


  • NamePablo Neruda
  • DescriptionChilean poet
  • AliasesNeftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
  • BornJuly 12, 1904
  • DiedSeptember 23, 1973
  • CountryChile
  • ProfessionPoet; Diplomat; Politician; Writer; Autobiographer
  • AwardsNobel Prize In Literature