#twenty love poems and a song of despair

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I am the one without hope, the word without echoes,

he who lost everything and he who had everything.

Pablo Neruda ~ White Bee

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I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

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Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees / like a language full of wars and songs.

TOG x Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda - Nile, "The Morning is Full"

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I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

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pablo neruda, ah vastness of pines

[rage-againstthedying]

And I watch my words from a long way off.

They are more yours than mine.

They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

- Pablo Neruda, So That You Will Hear Me. From Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, trans. W. S. Merwin.

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I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

— Pablo Neruda, “Every Day You Play” (from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair)

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Excerpt from Every Day You Play, first published in 20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, 1924.

“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

— The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems, Pablo Neruda 

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Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair - A 100 Years Later

100 years later, "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" by Pablo Neruda (1924) still remains fresh, passionate and alive.

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A few poetry books!

milk and honey, by Rupi Kaur, 2015

the sun and her flowers, by Rupi Kaur, 2017

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, by Pablo Neruda in 1924, translated by W. S. Merwin in 1969

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

So that you will hear me

my words

sometimes grow thin

as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.

Necklace, drunken bell

for your hands smooth as grapes.

And I watch my words from a long way off.

They are more yours than mine.

They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

It climbs the same way on damp walls.

You are to blame for this cruel sport.

They are fleeing from my dark lair.

You fill everything, you fill everything.

Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,

and they are more used to my sadness than you are.

Now I want them to say what I want to say to you

to make you hear as I want you to hear me.

The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual.

Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.

You listen to other voices in my painful voice.

Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.

Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me.

Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.

But my words become stained with your love.

You occupy everything, you occupy everything.

I am making them into an endless necklace

for your white hands, smooth as grapes.

So That You Will Hear Me by Pablo Neruda

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Pablo Neruda, from Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair; "Every Day You Play," (edited)

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As all things are filled with my soul / you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.

TOG x Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda - Nicky, "I Like for You to Be Still"

[rains-of-words]

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair