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4.04 AVERAGE
4.04 AVERAGE
"Leaning into the afternoon I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes."
(-Leaning into the Afternoon)
While I didnt enjoy it as much as I did "100 sonnets of love", these were still really well-written poems that I quite enjoyed reading :)
(-Leaning into the Afternoon)
While I didnt enjoy it as much as I did "100 sonnets of love", these were still really well-written poems that I quite enjoyed reading :)
emotional
reflective
emotional
reflective
Excelente poemario que retrata uno de los sentimientos más confusos y extraordinarios que experimentamos los seres humanos.
Leyendo la hermosa prosa nerudiana; ¿Quién no recuerda esos primeros síntomas de amor para con alguien?
Su belleza reside en su simplicidad y sencillez hermosa.
Leyendo la hermosa prosa nerudiana; ¿Quién no recuerda esos primeros síntomas de amor para con alguien?
Su belleza reside en su simplicidad y sencillez hermosa.
fast-paced
dark
emotional
fast-paced
“The numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence” The Morning is Full, Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda. Ever since I started writing poetry, anyone who knew my reading interests and my writing style would tell me to read Neruda. A writer I knew who I greatly admired listed Neruda as his biggest influence. Neruda, Neruda, Neruda. Here’s a little fact about me: the more hype there is about someone, the more I’m told to do something, the less likely it is to get done.
Anyway. When people finally stopped bugging about reading him, I bought this collection. I read it today. Maybe it’s something to do with the fact that these were some of his earliest poems (he was 19), but I’m not enthralled. That’s not to say there weren’t lines I loved (like the lines I quoted above), or lines that shocked me for a second — “I want / to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees” — but for the most part I was underwhelmed. There were a couple of poems that made me want to read more, however. Like #20, “Tonight I Can Write”. I adore it. I adore it completely.
So. This particular collection? Not astounding. But you can bet your ass I’ll look for more of his writing to see how the boy wrote as a man.
beating above our loving silence” The Morning is Full, Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda. Ever since I started writing poetry, anyone who knew my reading interests and my writing style would tell me to read Neruda. A writer I knew who I greatly admired listed Neruda as his biggest influence. Neruda, Neruda, Neruda. Here’s a little fact about me: the more hype there is about someone, the more I’m told to do something, the less likely it is to get done.
Anyway. When people finally stopped bugging about reading him, I bought this collection. I read it today. Maybe it’s something to do with the fact that these were some of his earliest poems (he was 19), but I’m not enthralled. That’s not to say there weren’t lines I loved (like the lines I quoted above), or lines that shocked me for a second — “I want / to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees” — but for the most part I was underwhelmed. There were a couple of poems that made me want to read more, however. Like #20, “Tonight I Can Write”. I adore it. I adore it completely.
So. This particular collection? Not astounding. But you can bet your ass I’ll look for more of his writing to see how the boy wrote as a man.
challenging
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
slow-paced
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
medium-paced
challenging
emotional
hopeful
reflective
sad
fast-paced