Poetry Quote by Pablo Neruda — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“A book,”

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.”

“You know how this is:”

“I shivered in those”

“We the mortals touch the metals,”

“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two”

“I watch with envious eyes and mind, the single-souled who dare not feel”

“Love what is simple and beautiful.”

“I hid my love when young till I”

“After a noticeable silence, he'd recently published a book of technically baffling poems, with line breaks so arbitrary and frequent as to be useless, arrhythmic. On the page they look like some of Charles Bukowski's skinny, chatty, muttering-stuttering antiverses. Impossibly, Mark's words make music, the faraway strains of an irresistible jazz. It's plain to any reader, within a few lines—well, go read the poems and see, Marcus Ahearn traffics with the ineffable. He makes the mind of the speaker present, in that here-and-now where the reader actually reads—that place. Such a rare thing. Samuel Beckett. Jean Follain, Ionesco—the composer Billy Strayhorn. Mark calls his process "psychic improvisation" and referred me to the painter Paul Klee; the term was Klee's. "You just get out a pen and a notebook and let your mind go long," he told me.”

“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?”