A review by waitingforoctober
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda

2.0

I keep trying to enjoy Neruda's love poems, or at least the language of them, but the 'women' of his poems are all "silent", "taciturn", or "sad and gentle doll[s]". He's not professing love to them but to himself, in the grand tradition of so many similarly self-indulgent "love" poems.