Too Many Names

Pablo Neruda

Monday is tangled up with Tuesday and the week with the year: time can’t be cut with your tired scissors, and all the names of the day are rubbed out by the waters of the night. No one ca...

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Keeping Quiet

Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms so much. I...

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