What did Pablo Neruda mean by: From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping. - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile Copy
+ Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pablo Neruda, Art, Bread, Peace, 0 - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile
+ I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pablo Neruda, Forget, Love, 0 - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile
+ You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming. Feraz Zeid, May 10, 2023January 10, 2024, Pablo Neruda, Flowers, Nature, Spring, 0 - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile
+ Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank! Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pablo Neruda, Blind, Lost, Pale, 0 - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile
+ By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness Explain Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pablo Neruda, Cute, Love, Sweet, 0 - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile
+ Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pablo Neruda, Love, War, 0 - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile
+ Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pablo Neruda, Kissing, Stars, 0 - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile
+ To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey’s sweet. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Pablo Neruda, Love, Sweet, 0 - Pablo Neruda Poet · Chile
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
The root of all desires is the one desire: to come home, to be at peace. - Jean Klein Philosopher · France
Individuality is to be preserved and respected everywhere, as the root of everything good. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry. - William Empson Poet and literary critic · England
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment; love’s sorrow lasts all through life. - Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian Poet · France
Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise. - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
