Pablo Neruda Hands Quotations

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

Hands make the world each day.

This time is difficult, wait for me: we will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel and rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult, wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey: we need our hands to wash with and to make fire, and so let our difficult time stand up to infinity with four hands and four eyes.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life.

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.

The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.