Pablo Neruda

Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me, Your Feet

A Song Of Despair
A Dog Has Died
And because Love battles
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs
Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon
Cat's Dream
Clenched Soul
Death Alone
Don't Go Far Off
Every day you play with the light of the universe
Fleas Interest Me So Much
Gautama Christ
Gentleman Alone
Here I Love You
I Like For You To Be Still
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
I do not love you
If You Forget Me
If Your Eyes Were Not The Color Of The Moon
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others
I'm Explaining a Few Things
In My Sky At Twilight
In You The Earth
Leaning Into The Afternoons
Lone Gentleman
Lost In The Forest
Love Sonnet XVII
Love, We're Going Home Now
Love, a question
Lovely One
Magellanic Penguin
Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands
Nothing But Death
Ode To A Lemon
Ode To A Naked Beauty
Ode To Bird Watching
Ode To Clothes
Ode To Conger Chowder
Ode To Enchanted Light
Ode To Maize
Ode To Sadness
Ode To Salt
Ode To The Book
Ode To The Onion
Ode To Tomatoes
Ode To Wine
Ode To a Chestnut on the Ground
Ode To a Large Tuna in the Market
Ode To an Artichoke
Ode to My Socks
Poet's Obligation
Poor Creatures
Puedo Escribir
Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream
Some Beasts
Song Of Despair
Still Another Day
Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?
The Dictators
The Eighth Of September
The Fickle One
The Insect
The Light That Rises From Your Feet To Your Hair
The Light Wraps You
The Men
The Old Women Of The Ocean
The Portrait In The Rock
The Queen
The Wide Ocean
The tree is here, still, in pure stone
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude
Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine Love
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
Too Many Names
Tower Of Light
Walking Around
What Spain Was Like
When your hands leap
Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do
You Will Remember
You are the daughter of the sea
Your Feet
Your Laughter

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Anne Sexton
Edgar Allan Poe
Emily Dickinson
E. E. Cummings
Henry David Thoreau
John Keats
Langston Hughes
Lascelles Abercrombie
Pablo Neruda
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Robert Frost
Sylvia Plath
William Butler Yeats
William Shakespeare
William Wordsworth