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  1. Pablo Neruda is one of the most celebrated poets of the 20th century, often considered the single most important Latin American poet. Throughout his life, he served as a senator and diplomat. He won prestigious awards including the Nobel Prize and the Golden Wreath Award.

  2. One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII. By Pablo Neruda. Translated by Mark Eisner. I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

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    Neruda became known as a poet when he was 13 years old and wrote in a variety of styles, including surrealist poems, historical epics, political manifestos, a prose autobiography, and passionate love poems such as the ones in his collection Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (1924).

  4. 1904 –. 1973. The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted like the wharves at dawn. It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one! Cold flower heads are raining over my heart. Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked. In you the wars and the flights accumulated.

  5. 1904 –. 1973. It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses. dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt. steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs. The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.

  6. Pablo Neruda. 1904 –. 1973. Read poems by this poet. Born Ricardo Eliecer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto in the town of Parral in southern Chile on July 12, 1904, Pablo Neruda led a life charged with poetic and political activity.

  7. Pablo Neruda. 1904 –. 1973. There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts,

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