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Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
by Pablo Neruda
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.