I love this book. I've had it for years and reread it often. Wonderful translations, English beside the Spanish.
The book includes sevetsl poems by Neruda about the sea. Abstract artwork, paper art, draws in the ocean imagery. The art was designed to go with the poems. This is a beautiful edition if you love art and poetry. "I need the sea because it teaches me..." One of my favorite lines
The waves keep up their song/and although the sea has many hands,/many mouths and many kisses,/no hand reaches out to you,/no mouth kisses you;/ and you soon must realize/what a feeble thing you are./By now we thought we were friends,/we come back with open arms,/and here is the ea, dancing away,/not bothering with us.
Resonated with my sense of being On the Blue Shore of Absence based on my custody battle for my wonderful son, Jesse Dylan. Added emotions derived from the fact my mother's ashes were scattered over the waters in So. Cal, the overall impact left me pondering the significance of each.
My first Neruda poetry won't be my last. He speaks the language of sea, waves, sky ... humanity. This book will be with me the next time I have some days at the seashore.
A collection of Pablo Neruda's poems about the sea and paintings based on the poems. Most of the poems were beautiful but I thought the paintings were boring. Conflicted....
I'm not really much of a poetry reader; I stumbled across this book while looking for different one and it looked interesting. It's a dozen Neruda poems about the sea accompanied by paintings based on the Neruda poems. The paintings were less satisfying to me than the poems. Neruda lived in Chile high above the Pacific Ocean, and it was natural that the images of the sea would become part of his poetry.
Pablo Neruda is one of my favorite poets. I also really love a collection of his titled Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.
So much of the time, I think that writers and poets speak better for themselves than any silly review that I could ever write.
"Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world, on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed, rampaging like a train." -- Forget About Me