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Cien sonetos de amor Against the backdrop of Isla Negra the sea and wind the white sand with its scattering of delicate wild flowers the hot sun and salty smells of the Pacific the poet sets the poems in celebration of his love The subject of that love is Matilde Urrutia de Neruda Pablo's 'beloved wife'


About the Author: Pablo Neruda

Pablo 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 fro



10 thoughts on “Cien sonetos de amor

  1. says:

    I have been mesmerized with the persona of Pablo Neruda since I saw the film version of Postman The Il Postino back in high school In that depiction Neruda is an exiled poet living in Italy during the rise of Mussolini while there befriends his mail carrier in a charming story Later having read many novels and memoirs by Isabel Allende I have been privileged to learn of her Chilean perspect


  2. says:

    When I got tired of copying love poems from the Chinese and Japanese into urgent wretched note cards to lovers who were unattainable and I'm a genius at finding unattainable characters to pine after that's when I turned to Pablo Neruda He's even better than Asian poets at crafting throbbing passionate wounded phrases of affection I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the li


  3. says:

    I really sometimes wonder if I love right love correctly or if I love at all and am not just miming what I think what I want I feel For me I love all at once I fall very fast but rarely I will go long loveless periods through life happy and unthinking of what passions I am missing unenvious of people paired in love like a bright new boat at sea not thinking at all of the harbor And suddenly in a lightning


  4. says:

    It was one of those days The kids flooded the bathroom the cat vomited on my carpet a toothbrush got lodged down the drain One of those days It was not a day to start a Sarah Vowell book about the beginnings of Hawaii No not today Today I grabbed the bottle of Sangria and sat down with this Again I have to thank Goodreads for introducing me to Bells shout out to Bells Woot Woot who introduced me to Pablo Imagine l


  5. says:

    My comment would be 'written on the wings of butterflies'I want you to knowone thingYou know how this isif I lookat the crystal moon at the red branchof the slow autumn at my windowif I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the logeverything carries me to youas if everything that existsaromas light metalswere little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for meWell nowif little by little


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    I do not love you as if you were salt rose or topazor the arrow of carnations the fire shoots offI love you as certain dark things are to be lovedin secret between the shadows and soulI love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrancerisen from the earth lives darkly in my bodyI love without knowing how or when or from whereI love you straightfo


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    8510I have been consuming poetry in the last few months at an inordinate rate I enter phases cycles in my life where it's easier to read poetry than prose; importantly where my life demands poetry than it does prose It's silly in that context to add long passages of my boring prose to describe what Neruda does perfectly in poems All I can add is if you haven't read Neruda or haven't read him lately do your soul a favour and pick up this little book even if you borrow it from the library and go sit uietly for an hourHow many times love I loved you without seeing youand maybe without recollectionnot recognizing your glance not looking at you a centaurin adverse regions in a burning middayyou were just the scent of grains I lovePerhaps I saw you I imagined you in passing lifting a glassin Angol by the light of the moon in Juneor you were the waist of that guitarI played in the darkness and it sounded like the excessive seasI loved you without knowing it and I looked for your memoryIn the empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portraitBut I already knew how you were Suddenlywhile you were there with me I touched you and my life stoppedbefore my eyes you were ruling me and you reignLike a bonfire in the forests fire is your kingdom ````````````````Cuántas veces amor te amé sin verte y tal vez sin recuerdosin reconocer tu mirada sin mirarte centauraen regiones contrarias en un mediodía uemanteeras sólo el aroma de los cereales ue amoTal vez te vi te supuse al pasar levantando una copaen Angol a la luz de la luna de junioo eras tú la cintura de auella guitarraue toué en las tinieblas y sonó como el mar desmedidoTe amé sin ue yo lo supiera y busué tu memoriaEn las casas vacías entré con linterna a robar tu retratoPero yo ya sabía cómo era De prontomientras ibas conmigo te toué y se detuvo mi vidafrente a mis ojos estabas reinándome y reinasComo hoguera en los bosues el fuego es tu reino````````````````````PS This is a lovely edition which includes paintings by Gabriela Campos


  8. says:

    5 Stunning Stars I was utterly swept away by the beauty of these love sonnetsSomeone had sent me a uote from one of them I fell in love with itand just had to read I love you without knowing how or when or from whereI love you straightforwardly without complexities or prideso I love you because I know no other way than thiswhere I does not exist nor youso close that your hand on my chest is my handso close that your eyes close as I fall asleep


  9. says:

    I made these sonnets out of wood; I gave them the sound of that opaue pure substance and that is how they should reach your ears Walking in forests or on beaches along hidden lakes in latitudes sprinkled with ashes you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water and the weather Out of such softened relics then with hatchet and machete and pocketknife I built up these lumber piles of love and with fo


  10. says:

    and to me she uoted himno one else love will sleep in my dreams you will gowe will go together over the waters of timeno one else will travel through the shadows with meonly you evergreen ever sun ever moonthus i knew for sure


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