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Twenty Love Poems & A Song of Despair

Pablo Neruda

4.04 AVERAGE

sofia_gb's review against another edition

4.0

emotional relaxing fast-paced

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5.0

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4.5

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3.0

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4.0

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3.0

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I just don’t think poetry is really for me. I can appreciate individual poems but as a collection, it’s harder for me too parse each individual poem for what it brings to the collection. There was quite a few poems that I really appreciated in this collection and I thought they’re beautiful both in translation in the original Spanish, but will I ever reread this again? more than likely not. And that’s nothing against the poet or the translator. 

My edition had illustrations peppered throughout by Picasso, and you could really see the influence of the poems in these chosen sketches so that was a neat visual aid to the collection. 

oihanesaez's review against another edition

4.0

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Me ha gustado y se lee como el agua, fácil y te satisface. 20 poemas de amor y se ve claramente la narrativa: primero, la conoce y la describe como una luz que todo florece a su alrededor cuando pasa. Cuando están juntos, los poemas se vuelven más sensuales y muy pegajosos (

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4.25

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3.5

emotional reflective sad medium-paced

celinafaramitha's review against another edition

4.0

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Sensual and full of despair.
Here are some of my favorite parts

XVIII
Here I Love You

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among the cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the snow twilights.
But night comes and starts to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.


XX
Tonight I Can Write

Tonight I can write saddest lines.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I love her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.


XIV
Every Day You Play

I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.