Best Pablo Poems

Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide and seeking”
chasing and skedaddling
poking and peeking
like cuddly pandas
or canoodling otters
splashing...

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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the water.
You are vastly more than this immaculate head I clasp tightly
like a cornucopia, every day, between my hands ...



My Dog...

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I love you only because I love you
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I love you only because I love you;
I am torn between loving and not loving you,
Between apathy and desire.
My heart vacillates between ice and fire.

I love you only because you’re the...

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In a riot of colours using brushes with valour,
Many movements he started devoid of pallor.
From a town called Malaga,far off in spain,
Pouring his heart out,unloading his pain.
What a journey he started from conformity parted,
To paint till the last,until he departed.
Many have aspired and wanted to...

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A fragrance, the tangy dagger
of plums down a road,
sugary kisses on teeth,
juices of life, seeping through fingers,
in sweet ripening flesh,
of meadows, haystacks, the hungry
hiding places in vast houses,
of long forgotten mattresses, wild green valley
glanced from aloft, through a secret window:
all of adolescence burns and drowns,
like...

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Blithely rising in shadowy night
Is Man of the Sun wearing the threshold
That was once been secluded from the sight of me
But together has drawn me closer to glee.

As swiftly as the sun arise back in the eyes;
Like morning glory bloom dash’ly under bright light
My heart...

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Pablo’s Plight

Blinding color, third eye closed
Squared off chin and angled nose
Arms in the back, feet from head
An odd sight it must be said
Eyes are pared but rarely paired
Ears an afterthought uncared
Daring use of brush and paint
Never quite described as quaint
One boob here and two boobs...

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Oh unruhige Welt,
höre seinen Gesang,
vom rauschenden Ozean 
bis zur weiten Kette der Anden

Erhabenes Macchu Picchu,
hier wandelt sein Geist
zwischen den Nebelbänken 
des Urabamba und den
eisigen Höhen der Berge

Du hattest viele Leben,
den für ein einziges 
war keine Zeit.
Deine Worte klingen in mir
mit der Melancholie
verlöschender Sterne 

Der Pöbel,...

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The abstracts of Pablo Picasso
I think his paintings are a fiasco.
For every one I see
They're always upside down to me....

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Neftali the Great
Engaged in many careers
Ready to write for "La Manana"
Until he was forced to go into hiding
Day after day, being protected by suppourters and fans. Then
At last, he was able to leave, but in exile.......







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This is an informational piece for Raul Moreno's "Pablo Neruda"...

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The saddest lines begin tonight, with a lone soul 
Bare but for the thin veil of a pale white moonlight,
Beside myself, and taxed upon deep reflection,
For the night is starry, and my empty cup has fallen -
Shattered glass refracting even more of the stellar sky,
Mapping...

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Pablo...according to me (Part 1a), read Part 1b to finish

Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.

(1) Left Profile of a Woman with Blue Hair
   The lass you slay here rebukes your dogma while submitting to greater cause. I wonder...

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Pablo...according to me (Part 1b, continuation/finish from Part 1a)

Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.

(7) Photo - PP's living room (by David Douglas Duncan), Summer '57, Villa La California Cannes
   I'm glad I'm not the only one who breeds...

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Si de pronto no existes, (If of a sudden you were no more,) 
si de pronto no vives,(if of a sudden you live no more,) 
yo seguiré viviendo. (I'll continue to live.) 

No me atrevo,(I do not dare,) 
no me atrevo a escribirlo, (hardly will...

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A Mexican man,
I once knew awhile back,
an amateur poet, who was trying to make it,
but never did finish one single poem,
we nicknamed him, "Da Vinci."

He was a good ol' boy,
we always saw him smiling,
always with a broken heart.
He never seemed to care,
he never seemed to...

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