“…my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.” - Pablo Neruda
(Click on the above text links to read more from one of my favourite poets. Plus read about him in this week's news, here.)
I followed your link to Neruda's poetry and read And Because Love Battles--these lines caught me--don't we all want to be loved like that?ReplyDelete
"...But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.
And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved..."
Buying a book of his poetry now. Thanks for sharing.
What a lovely example of his poetry! Truly what our hearts long for. Especially poignant the phrasing to not be compared against one who is "more other".Delete
One of his books I found at the Hamilton public library has his original Spanish on the left side page, and the same poem in English on the facing right side page. Even without understanding a lot, the flow of the Spanish was lovely to read.
I added a new link of news today, 6/19/2014, that they found more of his poetry in a stash, with possible publication next year.