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4.04 AVERAGE
4.04 AVERAGE
emotional
inspiring
reflective
The metaphors and word choices can get a bit redundant when reading Neruda's poetry back to back in this way but his words are still incredibly lovely.
I can always turn to Neruda when I feel the need to reinvigorate my soul.
I do not consider poetry to be one of my passions, and I remember reading some of Neruda's poetry when I was in my early twenties and really liking it, but it must have been the canonized ones that are canon for a reason. I've read two other collections from Neruda recently and either I don't fully understand them or, as I suspect is the case, I just don't particularly enjoy his poetic style. To each their own.
challenging
dark
emotional
I listened to this on Audible as part of my goal of learning Spanish. Even if you don’t understand Spanish I would still recommend listening to it. You really feel the emotions and passion in Neruda’s work.
This edition doesn’t have the original Spanish.
I don’t know if there’s anything to do with the translation but I did not enjoy this book, I was not inspired at all. There’s nothing new, nothing outside of the cliched cishet male sentiments. This book was about the objects of entitled desire, not romantic love, and certainly not love. These three things are vastly different from one another and I hate how we always muddle them under the umbrella term of ‘love’. I read in another review that Neruda’s a rapist, and I’m not surprised, it shows.
I think I’ve heard of this line:
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
I don’t know if there’s anything to do with the translation but I did not enjoy this book, I was not inspired at all. There’s nothing new, nothing outside of the cliched cishet male sentiments. This book was about the objects of entitled desire, not romantic love, and certainly not love. These three things are vastly different from one another and I hate how we always muddle them under the umbrella term of ‘love’. I read in another review that Neruda’s a rapist, and I’m not surprised, it shows.
I think I’ve heard of this line:
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
My favourite
I Remember You As You Were
"I remember you as you were last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In yOUr eyes the flames of twilight fought on. the leaves fell on the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: grey beret, voice of bird, heart like a house, towards which my deep longings migrated and my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship, Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul."
I Remember You As You Were
"I remember you as you were last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In yOUr eyes the flames of twilight fought on. the leaves fell on the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: grey beret, voice of bird, heart like a house, towards which my deep longings migrated and my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship, Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul."