Δεν ξέρω τι να πω γι αυτά τα ποιήματα, εκτός απο το ποσό υπέροχη γυναίκα πρέπει να ήταν η Ματίλντε και πόσο βαθιά την αγαπούσε ο Νερούδα...

tie your heart at night to mine, love
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves

(Poëzieleesclub)

Te zoet, te kleverig, te melig voor mij.

Is the rose naked,
Or is that her only dress?

You won't believe how beautiful the images these two short lines conjure in my head, intricate rose blooms, luscious, red petals spinning in the dark, red folds of silk, dragging on the floor to the dark chambers of a secret lover.




There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel:
like a wreck we die to the very core,
as if drowning at the heart
or collapsing inside from skin to soul



Now that is just so sad. Quietly, movingly, eerily sad.

Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,



If this is not beautiful, sexy poetry I don't what is.

And of course, my hands-down, all-time favorite, these unbearably romantic lines to his muse and wife:

It was beautiful to live
when you lived!

The world is bluer and of the earth
at night when I sleep
enormous, within your small hands




Now I know how it feels to fell in love with words, with beautiful, beautiful, sexy and romantic words:

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
In secret, between the shadows and the soul


And to have my heart broken by it:

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her and sometimes she loved me too.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
And this may be the last poem I write for her.



There is nothing like sublime poetry to feed the soul. And there is something in Neruda's art that simply captures and never let goes, something dark, and delicate, and powerful. I'm no poet so I do not know what is this called. I just know it's beautiful and alluring. I think it's mortal love.

Okay this is just porn for saphosexuals.

شاعرية تمس القلب المرهف، سُعدت لاختيار قرائتها في الخريف.

Di Pagi aku melihat gairah cinta yang meluap dan berkelimpahan untuk seorang Matilde. Seperti sepasang remaja yang jatuh cinta dan mengarahkan seluruh emosinya pada sang pujaan hati.

Lalu di Senja sang pujangga mulai menikmati ketenangan dan keromantisan cintanya laksana senja itu sendiri.

Memasuki Petang aku takut. Cinta sang pujangga seakan tak terkendali dan takut akan sesuatu yang tak terlihat namun seperti bayangan terus mengikutinya.

Dan aku tahu di Malam bahwa sang pujangga akhirnya bisa menerima ketakutan cintanya itu. Berusaha mengekalkan waktu tersisa yang ia miliki dan menuliskannya dengan indah,

Aku tak ingin tawamu, atau jejak langkahmu sangsai;
aku tak ingin warisan kebahagiaanku mati;
jangan memanggil ke arah dadaku: aku tak di sana.
Hiduplah dalam ketakhadiranku bak di sebuah rumah.

Ketakhadiran adalah sejenis rumah besar
di sana kau melangkah lewati dinding-dindingnya,
lukisan-lukisan yang tergantung dalam udara tipis.

Ketakhadiran adalah sejenis rumah yang transparan
sehingga bahkan meski sudah mati aku akan melihatmu di sana,
dan bila kau sengsara, Kekasih, aku akan mati kedua kalinya.

n  *****5 Stunning Stars*****n





I was utterly swept away by the beauty of these love sonnets.

Someone had sent me a quote from one of them, I fell in love with it...and just had to read more....

n  n    I love you without knowing how, or when,
or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without
complexities or pride

so I love you because I know no other way than this

where I does not exist, nor you

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.n  n

How...



I am to have the pleasure of reading, such stunning words.

Oh, Pablo, my first love. I used to think I'd never fall in love with a real guy because I was so in love with this dead poet. Now I have and I am trying to choose selections from Neruda's poetry to read at my wedding to said real life guy. ;) The choice is so hard because I love so many different poems by Neruda!

"100 Love Sonnets" is clearly the best selection of Neruda's love poetry in one volume. All of the poems in the book were obstensibly written for Neruda's third wife Mathilde, and many of them call her out by name. The poems are grouped by "morning," "afternoon," "evening," and "night," and tell the story of their love from its early stages to the end, when the poems become slightly dark and death-themed. The poems are very rooted in the earth, and deal with the seasons, the harvest, the ocean, the moon. I've picked up this book to read random poems time and again, but this is the first time I've sat down to read them all the way through from cover to cover. It was a passionate experience that I would recommend to anyone, especially anyone in love!

Achei essa edição argentina de 1960 por cinco reais num sebo, o que fatalmente me deixou feliz.
Voltando ao Neruda, o livro é um estouro, passando por quatro fases, cada uma delas instila fases da relação amorosa, seja num aspecto temporal (o tipo de relação que temos no decorrer da vida), seja num aspecto espacial (uma única relação passando pelas intempéries da manhã, meio-dia, tarde e noite). Enfim,é brilhante.

I feel so guilty giving four stars to this classic because it’s probably the effect of poor translation, but it didn’t feel like a five star book. There are absolutely fascinating sonnets, no doubt about that but not majority of them.

Adnan Özer’in çevirisini okumamanızı tavsiye ediyorum, çok kuru ve zorlama olmuş. Hatta mümkünse direk İngilizce okuyun çünkü çeviri kalitesi farkı çok belirgin. Ancak tüm dikkati vererek, farklı kombinasyonlarla okunduğunda zevk alınıyor.

Y desde entonces soy porque tú eres,
y desde entonces eres, soy y somos,
y por amor seré, serás, seremos. ❤️