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

4.0

‘Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.

Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.

The way nets cannot hold water.

My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling.

Even so, something sings in these fugitive words.

Something sings, something climbs to my ravenous mouth.

Oh to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy.

Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.’

[from I Have Gone Marking (XIII)]