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Neruda's original Spanish text accompanies new English translations of ten of his love poems
43 pages, Paperback
First published May 19, 1995
About the author
Pablo Neruda
898 books9,172 followersPablo Neruda was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean writer and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. Neruda assumed his pen name as a teenager, partly because it was in vogue, partly to hide his poetry from his father, a rigid man who wanted his son to have a "practical" occupation. Neruda's pen name was derived from Czech writer and poet Jan Neruda; Pablo is thought to be from Paul Verlaine. With his works translated into many languages, Pablo Neruda is considered one of the greatest and most influential poets of the 20th century.
Neruda was accomplished in a variety of styles, ranging from erotically charged love poems like his collection Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair, surrealist poems, historical epics, and overtly political manifestos. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature, a controversial award because of his political activism. Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez once called him "the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language."
On July 15, 1945, at Pacaembu Stadium in São Paulo, Brazil, he read to 100,000 people in honor of Communist revolutionary leader Luís Carlos Prestes. When Neruda returned to Chile after his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, Salvador Allende invited him to read at the Estadio Nacional before 70,000 people.
During his lifetime, Neruda occupied many diplomatic posts and served a stint as a senator for the Chilean Communist Party. When Conservative Chilean President González Videla outlawed communism in Chile, a warrant was issued for Neruda's arrest. Friends hid him for months in a house basement in the Chilean port of Valparaíso. Later, Neruda escaped into exile through a mountain pass near Maihue Lake into Argentina. Years later, Neruda was a close collaborator to socialist President Salvador Allende.
Neruda was hospitalized with cancer at the time of the Chilean coup d'état led by Augusto Pinochet. Three days after being hospitalized, Neruda died of heart failure. Already a legend in life, Neruda's death reverberated around the world. Pinochet had denied permission to transform Neruda's funeral into a public event. However, thousands of grieving Chileans disobeyed the curfew and crowded the streets to pay their respects. Neruda's funeral became the first public protest against the Chilean military dictatorship.
Neruda was accomplished in a variety of styles, ranging from erotically charged love poems like his collection Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair, surrealist poems, historical epics, and overtly political manifestos. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature, a controversial award because of his political activism. Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez once called him "the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language."
On July 15, 1945, at Pacaembu Stadium in São Paulo, Brazil, he read to 100,000 people in honor of Communist revolutionary leader Luís Carlos Prestes. When Neruda returned to Chile after his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, Salvador Allende invited him to read at the Estadio Nacional before 70,000 people.
During his lifetime, Neruda occupied many diplomatic posts and served a stint as a senator for the Chilean Communist Party. When Conservative Chilean President González Videla outlawed communism in Chile, a warrant was issued for Neruda's arrest. Friends hid him for months in a house basement in the Chilean port of Valparaíso. Later, Neruda escaped into exile through a mountain pass near Maihue Lake into Argentina. Years later, Neruda was a close collaborator to socialist President Salvador Allende.
Neruda was hospitalized with cancer at the time of the Chilean coup d'état led by Augusto Pinochet. Three days after being hospitalized, Neruda died of heart failure. Already a legend in life, Neruda's death reverberated around the world. Pinochet had denied permission to transform Neruda's funeral into a public event. However, thousands of grieving Chileans disobeyed the curfew and crowded the streets to pay their respects. Neruda's funeral became the first public protest against the Chilean military dictatorship.
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June 3, 2023
This is one of my favorite anthologies by my favorite poet. It is one of the most celebrated works of the Nobel Prize-winning poet- Pablo Neruda. His ability to express deep passion through simple metaphors makes this anthology close to our hearts.
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“I like for you to be still
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy.”
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August 30, 2021
Cien sonetos de amor = 100 Love Sonnets, Pablo Neruda
Cien sonetos de amor ("100 Love Sonnets") is a collection of sonnets written by the Chilean poet and Nobel Laureate Pablo Neruda originally published in Argentina in 1959.
Dedicated to his beloved wife (at the time), Matilde Urrutia, it is divided into the four stages of the day: morning, afternoon, evening, and night.
تاریخ نخستین خوانش روز بیست و نهم ماه آگوست سال 2017میلادی
عنوان: در بوسههای تو به خواب خواهم رفت: گزیده اشعار عاشقانه؛ نویسنده: پابلو نرودا ؛ مترجم: زهرا روزیطلب؛ تهران، ستاک، 1396؛ در108ص؛ شابک 9786008883135؛ موضوع شعر شاعران شیلی - سده 20م
فهرست: دفتر اول، نشانی: مدوسا؛ پرسه، برهنه، از تو عبور میکنم؛ دلتای بوروا؛ نشانی؛ به یاد خواهی آورد؛ چنان سیبی سرخ؛ شاخه کوچک فندق، با من بیا؛ وقتی تو هستی؛ عیبت بودن؛ واژه چه میخواهد؟؛ ترانه این ماه؛ یاقوت زرد؛ من با تو گر گرفتم؛ ماتیلده؛ مرگ؛ دوستت دارم؛ مسلخ؛ خورشید کوچک؛ رویای کودکی؛ فرمانروای من؛ ابدیت؛ کلید؛ هیچ نبودم؛ هیچکدام؛ ناز انگشتهای تو؛ وکالت کائنات؛ اهل جنوب؛ تا تو آمدی؛ ملکه کوچک؛ رخنه؛
دفتر دوم: به من تکیه کن: بوسه های ما؛ به من تکیه کن؛ تبرک؛ تاجگذاری؛ زمستانی دیگر در راه است؛ تا زنده بمانم؛ قربانیان خورشید؛ آسمان ژانویه؛ استسقای آتش؛ عموزاده های گیلاس؛ عاشقت هستم وقتی که عاشقت نیستم؛ باز خواهی گشت آیا؟؛ گیسوانت تار به تار؛ عطر تو؛ آن دو؛ به خاطر تو؛ خنده تو؛ بانوی کوهستان؛ وقتی تو آوازم میکنی؛ رقاصه؛
دفتر سوم: به شعر من خوش آمدی: زندگی؛ توازن؛ به شعر من خوش آمدی؛ پادشاه تاریکی ها؛ ادبیاتی از آهن؛ تدفین؛ تطهیر؛ بهار مجروح؛ صورتک؛ سرزمین مس؛ چیزی که به تو مدیونم؛ پنجره ام درد میکند؛ دوستت نمیدارم؛ در بوسه های تو به خواب خواهم رفت؛ داستان یک کشتی؛ بی تو؛ جراحت؛ جستجو؛ با من بیا؛ راه؛ بوی زمستان؛ احتضار؛ تصویر تو؛ هبوط؛ به نام عشق؛
دفتر چهارم: یکی شدن: نامت مقدس باد؛ یکی شدن؛ نان برای همه؛ تمام من؛ خوش آمدی؛ تو را من خواب میبینم؛ شبی دیگر؛ خزانت را نیز دوست دارم؛ صلیب مقدس؛ تنهایی؛ سکوت؛ آنگاه که در آستان مرگم؛ دولت بوسه های من؛ عمر؛ اگر؛ بوسه واپسین؛ به عزایم منشین؛ عبور؛ خدایان؛ پرواز؛ واژه چه میخواهد؟؛ ترانه این ماه؛
عنوان: از خودت برایم بگو: (پنجاه و دو قطعه ی عاشقانه؛ شاعر: پابلو نرودا؛ برگردان و بازسرایی: بابک زمانی، با همکاری هفده عکاس برجستهی ایرانی؛ تهران: کتاب کوله پشتی، 1395؛ در 119ص؛ مصور؛ شابک 9786007642931؛
عنوان: بیست شعر عاشقانه و آوایی از یاس (بیست غزلواره و یک غمآوا، نشر بابک، 1351)؛ نویسنده پابلو نرودا؛ مترجم هانیه نیکو؛ تهران، تیسا، 1397؛ در 92ص؛ شابک9786008942597؛
تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 07/06/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی
Cien sonetos de amor ("100 Love Sonnets") is a collection of sonnets written by the Chilean poet and Nobel Laureate Pablo Neruda originally published in Argentina in 1959.
Dedicated to his beloved wife (at the time), Matilde Urrutia, it is divided into the four stages of the day: morning, afternoon, evening, and night.
تاریخ نخستین خوانش روز بیست و نهم ماه آگوست سال 2017میلادی
عنوان: در بوسههای تو به خواب خواهم رفت: گزیده اشعار عاشقانه؛ نویسنده: پابلو نرودا ؛ مترجم: زهرا روزیطلب؛ تهران، ستاک، 1396؛ در108ص؛ شابک 9786008883135؛ موضوع شعر شاعران شیلی - سده 20م
فهرست: دفتر اول، نشانی: مدوسا؛ پرسه، برهنه، از تو عبور میکنم؛ دلتای بوروا؛ نشانی؛ به یاد خواهی آورد؛ چنان سیبی سرخ؛ شاخه کوچک فندق، با من بیا؛ وقتی تو هستی؛ عیبت بودن؛ واژه چه میخواهد؟؛ ترانه این ماه؛ یاقوت زرد؛ من با تو گر گرفتم؛ ماتیلده؛ مرگ؛ دوستت دارم؛ مسلخ؛ خورشید کوچک؛ رویای کودکی؛ فرمانروای من؛ ابدیت؛ کلید؛ هیچ نبودم؛ هیچکدام؛ ناز انگشتهای تو؛ وکالت کائنات؛ اهل جنوب؛ تا تو آمدی؛ ملکه کوچک؛ رخنه؛
دفتر دوم: به من تکیه کن: بوسه های ما؛ به من تکیه کن؛ تبرک؛ تاجگذاری؛ زمستانی دیگر در راه است؛ تا زنده بمانم؛ قربانیان خورشید؛ آسمان ژانویه؛ استسقای آتش؛ عموزاده های گیلاس؛ عاشقت هستم وقتی که عاشقت نیستم؛ باز خواهی گشت آیا؟؛ گیسوانت تار به تار؛ عطر تو؛ آن دو؛ به خاطر تو؛ خنده تو؛ بانوی کوهستان؛ وقتی تو آوازم میکنی؛ رقاصه؛
دفتر سوم: به شعر من خوش آمدی: زندگی؛ توازن؛ به شعر من خوش آمدی؛ پادشاه تاریکی ها؛ ادبیاتی از آهن؛ تدفین؛ تطهیر؛ بهار مجروح؛ صورتک؛ سرزمین مس؛ چیزی که به تو مدیونم؛ پنجره ام درد میکند؛ دوستت نمیدارم؛ در بوسه های تو به خواب خواهم رفت؛ داستان یک کشتی؛ بی تو؛ جراحت؛ جستجو؛ با من بیا؛ راه؛ بوی زمستان؛ احتضار؛ تصویر تو؛ هبوط؛ به نام عشق؛
دفتر چهارم: یکی شدن: نامت مقدس باد؛ یکی شدن؛ نان برای همه؛ تمام من؛ خوش آمدی؛ تو را من خواب میبینم؛ شبی دیگر؛ خزانت را نیز دوست دارم؛ صلیب مقدس؛ تنهایی؛ سکوت؛ آنگاه که در آستان مرگم؛ دولت بوسه های من؛ عمر؛ اگر؛ بوسه واپسین؛ به عزایم منشین؛ عبور؛ خدایان؛ پرواز؛ واژه چه میخواهد؟؛ ترانه این ماه؛
عنوان: از خودت برایم بگو: (پنجاه و دو قطعه ی عاشقانه؛ شاعر: پابلو نرودا؛ برگردان و بازسرایی: بابک زمانی، با همکاری هفده عکاس برجستهی ایرانی؛ تهران: کتاب کوله پشتی، 1395؛ در 119ص؛ مصور؛ شابک 9786007642931؛
عنوان: بیست شعر عاشقانه و آوایی از یاس (بیست غزلواره و یک غمآوا، نشر بابک، 1351)؛ نویسنده پابلو نرودا؛ مترجم هانیه نیکو؛ تهران، تیسا، 1397؛ در 92ص؛ شابک9786008942597؛
تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 07/06/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی
January 28, 2012
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is shattered,
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes?
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
That night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that is certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes,
I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Write, for example, 'The night is shattered,
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes?
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
That night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that is certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes,
I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,
and these the last verses that I write for her.
December 19, 2017
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
*
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
*
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
fever or forgotten wings,
*
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
*
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
July 21, 2016
Reading the rains
and Neruda
in the silence of an unending,
still monster
that moves so slowly
as if every inch of ground covered
was to leave the poet
a mile behind.
PS : Third reading and first since having watched the brilliant movie.
I Like For You To Be Still
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy
I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true
- Neruda
February 16, 2017
i wish i knew spanish. I read the poems in English but Neruda is Neruda. Simply beautiful!
June 29, 2022
This book, which contains ten poems by Pablo Neruda, is used in the film Il Postino (The Postman) and read by several Hollywood celebrities on its soundtrack. I remember listening to it with my best friend during our college days and gushing over how brilliantly Neruda had penned poems about passionate love.
My favorite poem of his will always be ”Tonight I Can Write”, which is included in this collection, although this verse from “Poetry” (also in this book) also often gets to me every time I come across it:
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
A lovely quick read on a sultry afternoon.
My favorite poem of his will always be ”Tonight I Can Write”, which is included in this collection, although this verse from “Poetry” (also in this book) also often gets to me every time I come across it:
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
A lovely quick read on a sultry afternoon.
October 16, 2007
He writes with a passion beyond compare. His poetry touches me. I love Pablo Neruda. I am not a huge fan of poetry. The only books of poetry I own are written by Neruda. His books are like beautifully written love stories. Love him love him love him.
February 14, 2018
Another great collection from my favourite poet.
November 21, 2020
ცოტ�� არაადეკვატურად მიყვარს უკვე.
დიდი ნაწილი ლექსებისა წაკითხული მქონდა, მაგრამ რამდენიმე ახალი, ნერუდასთვის ჩვეული ტკბილი და ლამაზი ლექსიც შემხვდა, მომნუსხა, მომთაფლა..
რაც შეეხება ინგლისურ თარგმანს, მერვინის ნათარგმნი ბევრად უფრო მომეწონა ვიდრე ამ ხუთეულის.
ჩემთვის ერთ-ერთი უსაყვარლესი სტრიქონია ნერუდას მთლიანი შემოქმედებიდან:
“Inclinado en las tardes tiro mis tristes redes a tus ojos oceanicos”
და თარგმანის ორი ვარიანტი:
1. “ leaning into the afternoons i fling my sad nets to the sea that beats on your marine eyes”
2. “ leaning into the afternoons i cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.”
რომელი სჯობს თავად განსაჯეთ.
ხო და პოეზიამ როგორ იპოვა, საოცრად უწერია ამაზე, საყვარელ სტრიქონებს ვინახავ ხოლმე და მთელი ლექსი შევინახე.
ჩემი კაცია, რა გავაკეთო❤️
დიდი ნაწილი ლექსებისა წაკითხული მქონდა, მაგრამ რამდენიმე ახალი, ნერუდასთვის ჩვეული ტკბილი და ლამაზი ლექსიც შემხვდა, მომნუსხა, მომთაფლა..
რაც შეეხება ინგლისურ თარგმანს, მერვინის ნათარგმნი ბევრად უფრო მომეწონა ვიდრე ამ ხუთეულის.
ჩემთვის ერთ-ერთი უსაყვარლესი სტრიქონია ნერუდას მთლიანი შემოქმედებიდან:
“Inclinado en las tardes tiro mis tristes redes a tus ojos oceanicos”
და თარგმანის ორი ვარიანტი:
1. “ leaning into the afternoons i fling my sad nets to the sea that beats on your marine eyes”
2. “ leaning into the afternoons i cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.”
რომელი სჯობს თავად განსაჯეთ.
ხო და პოეზიამ როგორ იპოვა, საოცრად უწერია ამაზე, საყვარელ სტრიქონებს ვინახავ ხოლმე და მთელი ლექსი შევინახე.
ჩემი კაცია, რა გავაკეთო❤️
April 21, 2012
This very brief book of poetry presents odes to love of all types, physical, metaphysical, love of nature, that first moment of meeting the love of poetry itself. "Poetry" is one of my favorites.
September 15, 2020
“I like for you to be still; it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does
not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flow away
and it seems kiss had sealed your mouth”
-these are the first few lines from a poem by Pablo Neruda titled “I like for you to be still”.
I had borrowed a small book of his love poems from a friend last week. Started reading it on a night when I wasn’t in a good head-space. So I curled up with this little book on the bed, reading Neruda’s poetry softly to myself. Quite frankly – I didn’t understand what the first one meant, at least not at the first reading. So I read it out two times more and then deduced my own meanings from the lines. They are probably far from what the poet meant.
“I like for you to be still” was the second poem in the book and is my favorite from all the ten. Though short, the end brought a smile to my face and of-course, I read it once again. I moved on to the next poem titled ‘Poetry’, which talks about how the poet was inspired to write his first few lines. There is no tangible muse, the poet claims it was poetry that came looking for him and he knows not from where. For me, I felt like the idea of this poem was to tell the readers that it doesn’t matter what inspires one to write, what matters more is what that writing does to the writer. In this case, Neruda talks about how poetry sets his heart free. I was content with reading just three poems that night and then fell asleep earlier than usual in a long long time. Neruda’s poetry was soothing.
The next day, I texted a friend about how his poetry comforted me when I was feeling low for no reason whatsoever. And she told me how some of her lovers had tried to impress her by reciting Pablo’s poetry.
“Tonight I can write the saddest Lines” she texted and then sent me the link to that poem.
“It’s the most cliche break-up poem but the fact that men make the effort to make you feel guilty, it’s crazy” she added.
Since I hadn’t read all the poems in the book, I didn’t know that the same poem was part of the collection too. It’s poem number nine and beautifully written, a resigned sorrow permeates all the lines. “Love is so short, forgetting is so long” Neruda laments and with that one line he resonates with everyone who has ever loved and lost.
There was just one poem that I thought was a little odd in the collection but since this collection is supposed to have works that were consequential to a film on Neruda called ‘Il Postino’, I don’t have much context. The poem is about a naked mermaid who accidentally stumbles into a bar full of drunks and is treated like dirt; men spit on her, put out their cigarette stubs on her skin. For some reason, it reminded me of a disturbing art experiment, where an artist stood still for hours and said people could do whatever they wanted to do with her. At the end of it, people had disrobed her, groped her, even made cuts on her body. It was horrifying.
The last poem in the book titled “Ode to the Sea” made me nostalgic about the beach city I grew up in, where my parents still stay and I haven’t seen them this year at all. So while Neruda’s poem comforted me in the beginning, they left me longing for home in the end.
It’s a five on five stars from me.
and you hear me from far away and my voice does
not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flow away
and it seems kiss had sealed your mouth”
-these are the first few lines from a poem by Pablo Neruda titled “I like for you to be still”.
I had borrowed a small book of his love poems from a friend last week. Started reading it on a night when I wasn’t in a good head-space. So I curled up with this little book on the bed, reading Neruda’s poetry softly to myself. Quite frankly – I didn’t understand what the first one meant, at least not at the first reading. So I read it out two times more and then deduced my own meanings from the lines. They are probably far from what the poet meant.
“I like for you to be still” was the second poem in the book and is my favorite from all the ten. Though short, the end brought a smile to my face and of-course, I read it once again. I moved on to the next poem titled ‘Poetry’, which talks about how the poet was inspired to write his first few lines. There is no tangible muse, the poet claims it was poetry that came looking for him and he knows not from where. For me, I felt like the idea of this poem was to tell the readers that it doesn’t matter what inspires one to write, what matters more is what that writing does to the writer. In this case, Neruda talks about how poetry sets his heart free. I was content with reading just three poems that night and then fell asleep earlier than usual in a long long time. Neruda’s poetry was soothing.
The next day, I texted a friend about how his poetry comforted me when I was feeling low for no reason whatsoever. And she told me how some of her lovers had tried to impress her by reciting Pablo’s poetry.
“Tonight I can write the saddest Lines” she texted and then sent me the link to that poem.
“It’s the most cliche break-up poem but the fact that men make the effort to make you feel guilty, it’s crazy” she added.
Since I hadn’t read all the poems in the book, I didn’t know that the same poem was part of the collection too. It’s poem number nine and beautifully written, a resigned sorrow permeates all the lines. “Love is so short, forgetting is so long” Neruda laments and with that one line he resonates with everyone who has ever loved and lost.
There was just one poem that I thought was a little odd in the collection but since this collection is supposed to have works that were consequential to a film on Neruda called ‘Il Postino’, I don’t have much context. The poem is about a naked mermaid who accidentally stumbles into a bar full of drunks and is treated like dirt; men spit on her, put out their cigarette stubs on her skin. For some reason, it reminded me of a disturbing art experiment, where an artist stood still for hours and said people could do whatever they wanted to do with her. At the end of it, people had disrobed her, groped her, even made cuts on her body. It was horrifying.
The last poem in the book titled “Ode to the Sea” made me nostalgic about the beach city I grew up in, where my parents still stay and I haven’t seen them this year at all. So while Neruda’s poem comforted me in the beginning, they left me longing for home in the end.
It’s a five on five stars from me.
September 6, 2020
pablo neruda just does it for me
June 10, 2024
Not that it’s a competition. But, “Tonight I can write…” wins.
May 12, 2016
Love: Ten Poems by Pablo Neruda is obviously a short collection but an interesting one, if only for the simple fact that the selection of poems has been dictated by cinematic choice rather than a theme or themes that the poet or editor wanted to explore.
The movie these marvellous poems feature in is The Postman (not the Kevin Costner movie) but Il Positano, an Italian film released in 1994 that I’ve decided (after reading the poems) that I must see. And whose main star Massimo Troisi postponed heart surgery to complete the film and then tragically died a day afterwards.
This is a bilingual edition that includes mention of who translated each poem. There are a total of six translators. W.S. Merwin who translated the bulk of the poems and is a wonderful poet himself. See my review of Present Company here on Goodreads. Alistair Reid who translated two and Stephen Tapscott, Donald D Walsh, Nathaniel Tarn and Ken Krobbenhoft with one each. Nine of the ten poems are hallmark Neruda, eloquent, lyrical and for me anyway visually evocative. The tenth contains the very awkard word “lengthily” and is just not up to the standard of the others. I’m blaming the translation/translator.
Favourites are - I Like For You To Be Still - “And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.”
The mesmerising Poetry -
“...but from a street I was summoned
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.”
And Leaning into the Afternoons...
“Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.”
I am in awe. An excellent introduction to Neruda’s work. Highly recommended.
The movie these marvellous poems feature in is The Postman (not the Kevin Costner movie) but Il Positano, an Italian film released in 1994 that I’ve decided (after reading the poems) that I must see. And whose main star Massimo Troisi postponed heart surgery to complete the film and then tragically died a day afterwards.
This is a bilingual edition that includes mention of who translated each poem. There are a total of six translators. W.S. Merwin who translated the bulk of the poems and is a wonderful poet himself. See my review of Present Company here on Goodreads. Alistair Reid who translated two and Stephen Tapscott, Donald D Walsh, Nathaniel Tarn and Ken Krobbenhoft with one each. Nine of the ten poems are hallmark Neruda, eloquent, lyrical and for me anyway visually evocative. The tenth contains the very awkard word “lengthily” and is just not up to the standard of the others. I’m blaming the translation/translator.
Favourites are - I Like For You To Be Still - “And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.”
The mesmerising Poetry -
“...but from a street I was summoned
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.”
And Leaning into the Afternoons...
“Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.”
I am in awe. An excellent introduction to Neruda’s work. Highly recommended.
July 4, 2015
Most of the translations were great. My favorite poems include "Fabula de la Sirena y los Borrachos" and "Puedo Escribir los Versos..." I have to admit that I liked "Fabula" better in English and "Versos" better in Spanish. The language definitely changes the overall effect/impact.
September 18, 2022
I found this book but I had forgotten buying it. So I read it as if for the first time. Neruda's poems still have that impact.
December 6, 2023
This collection of love poems showcases Neruda's unparalleled ability to articulate the intensity, beauty, and anguish of love in its various forms.
I don't believe the translation fully captured the essence of his original Spanish verses. But, the overall impact and beauty of his poetry remain intact, allowing readers to appreciate the timeless nature of his work.
"𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘛𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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I don't believe the translation fully captured the essence of his original Spanish verses. But, the overall impact and beauty of his poetry remain intact, allowing readers to appreciate the timeless nature of his work.
"𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘛𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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September 24, 2020
It's a tribute to both the poet and the translators that these poems are still so beautiful in English.
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May 13, 2024imssooo scared of my matura but nerudda is inda good im sorry im basic
May 16, 2022
Began this little collection when I was far from love and finished it wildly held in its grasp. Neruda, as always, is simply beautiful, and as always, I am immensely glad I can read and understand Spanish. Translation does what it can; but nothing can do Neruda justice like his mother tongue.
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August 6, 2021I wish I could read these poems in Spanish! I bet they are lovely.
April 29, 2018
The shortest of short Neruda collections. Three of my favourites here were translated, naturally, by W.S. Merwin: "Walking around" (the salaryman's lament: It happens that I am tired of being a man), the love lyric Tonight I can write the saddest lines, and the thrilling imagery of that poem that starts:
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
The best poems and the best lines have a beauty that is almost liquid... looking over at one's lover in the morning (Stephen Tapscott):
Naked, you are as simple as one of your hands
...or discovering poetry (Alastair Reid):
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
...or recalling an Adonic Angela (Donald Walsh):
Today I stretched out next to a pure young woman
as if at the shore of a white ocean
...or admiring a beautiful nude (Nate Tarn):
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
...or that most famous of lines from Poem XX:
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Time to bust out Veinte Poemas again...
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
The best poems and the best lines have a beauty that is almost liquid... looking over at one's lover in the morning (Stephen Tapscott):
Naked, you are as simple as one of your hands
...or discovering poetry (Alastair Reid):
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
...or recalling an Adonic Angela (Donald Walsh):
Today I stretched out next to a pure young woman
as if at the shore of a white ocean
...or admiring a beautiful nude (Nate Tarn):
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
...or that most famous of lines from Poem XX:
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Time to bust out Veinte Poemas again...
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September 29, 2016Totes awesome, used it to practice my Spanish, I've been told that I really should watch the movie, maybe I will someday
July 4, 2016
The great philosopher Wittgenstein used to say that the limits of your language are the limits of your world.. And Tim Robbins wrote that "Our world isn't made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language"..
Well, Philosophy books nurture me, feed my passion for knowledge and quench my persistent intellectual curiosity, but Neruda's poetry expands the world to me..
"A single sliver,
of you between my fingers
sifts like sand,
the river bend of your waist
the carvings of caves
as old scars and birthmarks
from your skin, I taste
in slow gulps
of rising familiarities
with your words, hidden and pressed
between pensive lips
seasons change, yet
our kisses
bridge what spring gained
and autumn lost".
The poems included in this short collection are from the superb Italian movie Il Postino (The Postman, 1994) filmed as an homage to Pablo Neruda's love poetry..
These 10 poems were recited by Hollywood actors and famous singers such as Sting, Glenn Close, Ralph Fiennes, Madonna, Andy Garcia...
Scenes from the movie.. Simply orgasmic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Wm-k...
The poem "If You Forget Me" recited by Madonna
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f88n8...
Well, Philosophy books nurture me, feed my passion for knowledge and quench my persistent intellectual curiosity, but Neruda's poetry expands the world to me..
"A single sliver,
of you between my fingers
sifts like sand,
the river bend of your waist
the carvings of caves
as old scars and birthmarks
from your skin, I taste
in slow gulps
of rising familiarities
with your words, hidden and pressed
between pensive lips
seasons change, yet
our kisses
bridge what spring gained
and autumn lost".
The poems included in this short collection are from the superb Italian movie Il Postino (The Postman, 1994) filmed as an homage to Pablo Neruda's love poetry..
These 10 poems were recited by Hollywood actors and famous singers such as Sting, Glenn Close, Ralph Fiennes, Madonna, Andy Garcia...
Scenes from the movie.. Simply orgasmic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Wm-k...
The poem "If You Forget Me" recited by Madonna
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f88n8...
January 20, 2013
Leaning into the afternoons...
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that wave like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.
~ from the book.
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that wave like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.
~ from the book.
June 22, 2015
I don't think anyone ever understood love like Pablo Neruda did.He has described every little emotion associated with love in his poems.His love is sometimes like the ones we see in movies while some of them are so close to the way we feel in real life.He is the reason I fell in love with poetry all over again.
July 25, 2007
Sensual and heartwarming. Neruda is one of the best poet I've read. His pieces come from the simplest feelings, ideas and things revolve around him. But he always manages to bring richness and voluptuous words. Excellent book for beginners to Neruda!
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