Pablo Neruda
Paperback | Pages: 70 pages Rating: 4.3 | 47238 Users | 2094 Reviews
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| Title | : | Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair |
| Author | : | Pablo Neruda |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 70 pages |
| Published | : | December 26th 2006 by Penguin Classics (first published 1924) |
| Categories | : | Poetry. Classics. Romance. European Literature. Spanish Literature. Fiction. Cultural. Latin American. Literature |
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When it appeared in 1924, this work launched into the international spotlight a young and unknown poet whose writings would ignite a generation. W. S. Merwin's incomparable translation faces the original Spanish text. Now in a black-spine Classics edition with an introduction by Cristina Garcia, this book stands as an essential collection that continues to inspire lovers and poets around the world.The most popular work by Chile's Nobel Prize-winning poet, and the subject of Pablo Larraín's acclaimed feature film Neruda starring Gael García Bernal.
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| Original Title: | Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada |
| ISBN: | 0143039962 (ISBN13: 9780143039969) |
| Edition Language: | English |
Rating Containing Books Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Ratings: 4.3 From 47238 Users | 2094 ReviewsCrit Containing Books Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
One of the most beautiful collection of love poems ever (and followed by one which will bring tears to your eyes), Neruda is clearly a master of language and feeling and I always derive comfort from every time I read this book. She loved me, sometimes I loved her.How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.To think I dont have her. To feel that Ive lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dewTonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. I'm still drunk on Neruda's poems and to be honest, I'm not sure I'll sober up again anytime soon. The author's words seem to draw you into a kind of trance in which you start to say the poems out loud, creating a mixture of the poet's feelings and yours. You then keep the trance by listening to your own words, Neruda's words spoken through your tongue; the sound that could hypnotize you easily till dawn. I am no
Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío. *To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.This is musicality being butchered. Always more interested in the song of despair, but I feel like giving this another try due to someone's review, and after many years.April 24, 19*Sometimes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Again, three stars. A bit tragic, despite being
Neruda does not play with the intangible. He does not waste words with the abstract. One simply needs to read and take in the pure and stark versification of the sensualities of life, both in love and lust. Nerudas distinct style in poetry is easily distinguishable. First, his work is intuitive of the austere beauty of nature and his Chilean roots. The verses are reflective of the uncompromising beauty of the environment that he has witnessed in his formative years. The poems allude to the
Poems that I loveThe Cataract of LodoreBY ROBERT SOUTHEY From its sources which well In the tarn on the fell; From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For a while, till it sleeps In its own little lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds, And away it proceeds, Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter,
[Note on edit: This is not a review. These are peals of pleasure of a man drunk on Neruda wine, blurting out extempore, when he finished reading this poetry collection]Pablo Neruda the name evokes romance and revolution in my consciousness, a riot of metaphors impregnated with sui generis imagery, a dark and intense celebration of love and beauty, a flood of high emotions that assails my senses and then dulls them, such that in that state of mind I'm receptive to nothing in the world except
I took my time reading this, choosing to savor the succulent, vivid, tactile words. I must say, these poems are luscious! I feel their imagery as much as visualize it. Phrases such as "In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles..." A garment of kisses. How delightful! (I want one!)I also love how he is constantly mixing ideas of fire and water together, as if with love somehow they feed off each other where they should cancel each other out. "Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning."
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