[Reading] ➷ Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada Author Pablo Neruda – Agedanna.info

Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada When It Appeared In , 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 WorldThe Most Popular Work By Chile S Nobel Prize Winning Poet, And The Subject Of Pablo Larra N S Acclaimed Feature Film Neruda Starring Gael Garc A Bernal Veinte poemas de amor y una canci n desesperada Twenty love poems and a song of despair, Pablo Neruda Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, is a collection of romantic poems, by the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, first published in 1924 by Editorial Nascimento of Santiago, when Neruda was 19 It was Neruda s second published work, after Twilight 1923 and made his name as a poet Twenty love poems and a song of despair was controversial for its eroticism, especially considering its author s very young age Over the decades, Twenty poems has become Neruda s best known work, and has sold than 20 million copies Saddest poemI can write the saddest poem of all tonight Write, for instance The night is full of stars,and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance The night wind whirls in the sky and sings I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too On nights like this, I held her in my arms.I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky 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 don t have her To feel that I ve lost her To hear the immense night, immense without her.And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass What does it matter that my love couldn t keep her.The night is full of stars and she is not with me That s all Far away, someone sings Far away.My soul is lost without her As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.My heart searches for her and she is not with me The same night that whitens the same trees.We, we who were, we are the same no longer I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.My voice searched the wind to touch her ear Someone else s She will be someone else s As she oncebelonged to my kisses.Her voice, her light body Her infinite eyes I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.Love is so short and oblivion so long Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,my soul is lost without her Although this may be the last pain she causes me,and this may be the last poem I write for her Pablo Neruda 1974 1351 85 20 1352 71 1355 1397 92 9786008942597. Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines Write, for example, The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance The night wind revolves in the sky and sings Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky She loved me, sometimes I loved her too How could one not have loved her great still eyes Tonight I can write the saddest lines To think that I do not have her To feel that I have lost her To hear the immense night, still immense without her And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture What does it matter that my love could not keep her The night is starry and she is not with me This is all In the distance someone is singing In the distance My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer My heart looks for her, and she is not with me The same night whitening the same trees We, of that time, are no longer the same I no longer love her, that s certain, but how I loved her My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing Another s She will be another s As she was before my kisses Her voice, her bright body Her infinite eyes I no longer love her, that s certain, but maybe I love her Love is so short, forgetting is so long Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her Though this is the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. 3 THINGS ABOUT THIS BOOK1 I went to Pablo Neruda s house once Well, I went to one of his houses He had three of them I was teaching English in Santiago, Chile at the time I went to Neruda s house in Valparaiso, which is a beach town Weirdly enough, I visited on my twentieth birthday, on a lark, because I just happened to be vacationing in a nearby cabin with my host family.The thing that I remember about Pablo Neruda s house is that it s set back in a grove of dark pine trees and that there s sand everywhere The sky was dark that day and it was cold, even though it was in the summer What I remember most about the experience wasn t the house itself, or the tour, or the nationalistic trinkets that vendors were trying to sell, but rather the feeling that the pine trees around the house evoked They were like a dark magic that still sits in my mind six years later Curious Because this is the thing that stands out to me most about Neruda s poetry the magnetic feeling of nature The dirt and the flesh and the elements and the cold, wet, hot, dry His poetry is so sensual, so primal, so tied to the earth I know I sound like a hippie, but its true When I look at my journal entries from this period in my life they re full of this sort of talk I wrote about stars and cloud formations and the consistency of mud and the shape of a cheekbone Southern Chile does this to you The land casts a spell on you Neruda put this spell into wordsWho writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south2 I read Twenty Love Poems about five years ago, but I thought it was corny at the time The edition I read had all these terrible erotic etchings in it I hate that I almost threw up I don t believe in illustration much, because it insults the reader s imagination Especially illustration in poetry, a genre which usually uses abstract images.This time when I read Twenty Love Poems I read it slowly And it reminded me of southern Chile It reminded me of gloomy mountains, and the beauty of the rivers and clouds and the darkness of the ocean It reminded me of that period of time, when I turned twenty, right before my life changed in many ways This time when I read Twenty Love Poems it meant something to me, because now I have been in love I have been in love and have experienced all of the sorrows and thrills of love Mostly sorrows But the hope of future thrills.3 I found a musty Time Life book about South America at a thrift store near my house In the book there is a photograph of Mr Neruda seated at a wooden desk at his house in Valparaiso He is wearing a sweater and staring out the window He has a pen and ink in front of him and he is holding his head as though he s deep in thought or distressed Or both I have hung this picture up in my apartment It makes me want to write It makes me remember all of the dark clouds It makes me remember thatlove is so short, forgetting is so long Sensual poetic beauty, with a lingering sadness, this collection of poems written when Chilean Neruda was only 19 is a remarkable feat, but was not received well for the intense and sexual content, this time being 1924 I can understand why, however, there is no explicit text it s to do with imagery using the surrounding environment, charting oceanic movements of passion along with the changing weather, to tell of youthful love I have gone marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire My mouth went across a spider, trying to hide In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst Becoming Neruda s best loved work selling two million copies by the 1960s Why the imagery he conjures up is simply breathtaking but also painfully sad On all sides I see your waist of fog, and your silence hunts down my afflicted hours my kisses anchor, and my moist desire nests in you with your arms of transparent stone As irresistible as the sea, love is engulfing You swallowed everything, like distance In you everything sank , but also departs as mysteriously as it arrived, leaving the poet s heart a pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked In terms of the intensity of romance and the tenderness of love, this collection encapsulates so much, each piece stands alone, but always remains close to the others Of the 20 poems on offer, not all made sense to me on first reading, but at only 70 pages in length, I will certainly be re visiting in time And then there s the seething Song of Despair , a breakup song if I ever heard one, this for me was the highlight, words of such searing torment that were expressed with a heartbroken urgency At such a young age, Neruda paints a mature picture of the abstract representations of life To the contrary, the poems represent an open curiosity for different dimensions of life like sexuality, solitude, melancholy, and loss Also, he does not idealize beauty and love, making his poetry far authentically realistic Nature is a constant presence throughout, with stars, rivers, wind, sky and sea reappearing in different contexts, lovers become nature itself You can truly feel that each poem is reaching out to the other, sharing the same pleasure and plight.Highly recommended 5 5

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