[ BOOKS ] ✸ Cien sonetos de amor Author Pablo Neruda – Snackgo.co.uk

Cien sonetos de amor Against The Backdrop Of Isla Negra The Sea And Wind, The White Sand With Its Scattering Of Delicate Wild Flowers, The Hot Sun And Salty Smells Of The Pacific The Poet Sets The Poems In Celebration Of His Love The Subject Of That Love Is Matilde Urrutia De Neruda, Pablo S Beloved Wife

About the Author: Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean writer and politician Neftal Ricardo Reyes Basoalto Neruda assumed his pen name as a teenager, partly because it was in vogue, partly to hide his poetry from his father, a rigid man who wanted his son to have a practical occupation Neruda s pen name was derived from Czech writer and poet Jan Neruda Pablo is thought to be

10 thoughts on “Cien sonetos de amor

  1. says:

    I have been mesmerized with the persona of Pablo Neruda since I saw the film version of Postman, The Il Postino back in high school In that depiction, Neruda is an exiled poet living in Italy during the rise of Mussolini while there befriends his mail carrier in a charming story Later, having read many novels and memoirs by Isabel Allende, I have been privileged to learn of her Chilean per

  2. says:

    When I got tired of copying love poems from the Chinese and Japanese into urgent, wretched note cards to lovers who were unattainable and I m a genius at finding unattainable characters to pine after that s when I turned to Pablo Neruda He s even better than Asian poets at crafting throbbing, passionate, wounded phrases of affection I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself

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    I really sometimes wonder if I love right, love correctly, or if I love at all and am not just miming what I think, what I want, I feel For me I love all at once, I fall very fast, but rarely I will go long loveless periods through life, happy and unthinking of what passions I am missing, unenvious of people paired in love, like a bright new boat at sea not thinking at all of the harbor And suddenly in a

  4. says:

    It was one of those days The kids flooded the bathroom, the cat vomited on my carpet, a toothbrush got lodged down the drain One of those days It was not a day to start a Sarah Vowell book about the beginnings of Hawaii No, not today Today, I grabbed the bottle of Sangria and sat down with this Again, I have to thank Goodreads for introducing me to Bells shout out to Bells Woot Woot who introduced me to Pablo Ima

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    My comment would be written on the wings of butterflies I want you to knowone thing.You know how this is if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.Well, now,if lit

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    I do not love you as if you were salt rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadows and soul.I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love y

  7. says:

    8.5 10I have been consuming poetry in the last few months at an inordinate rate I enter phases cycles in my life where it s easier to read poetry than prose importantly, where my life demands poetry than it does prose It s silly, in that context, to add long passages of my boring prose to describe what Neruda does perfectly in poems All I can add is, if you haven t read Neruda, or haven t read him lately, do your soul a favour and pic

  8. says:

    5 Stunning Stars I was utterly swept away by the beauty of these love sonnets.Someone had sent me a quote from one of them, I fell in love with itand just had to read I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or prideso I love you because I know no other way than thiswhere I does not exist, nor youso close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that your eyes

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    and to me she quoted him no one else, love, will sleep in my dreams you will go,we will go together, over the waters of time.no one else will travel through the shadows with me,only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon thus, i knew for sure.

  10. says:

    Super simply put, Neruda is word sex I am not a love poems lover, but these sonnets are so nakedly a lover s poems that in this case I m head over heels In seriousness, these are brilliant in translation but I especially adored the original Spanish as it really was the work at its most lyrically organic awesomeness And my Spanish is wobbly at best.And organic is really the only word I d use to describe theseNeruda himself, probably self depricatingly but un se

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