I'm more than willing to admit that perhaps there are other individuals in this vast world who have experienced love with the same intensity as Pablo Neruda. However, it is an absolute certainty that no one has ever been able to express it in such a breathtakingly beautiful or passionately ardent manner.

With the combined eloquence and fervor of a hundred poets, Neruda weaves lines that pay homage to love in a way that leaves most people astounded. They had no idea that love could be so all-consuming, yet at the same time, so light and delicate. It could be as natural as breathing or as still as a peaceful lake.

What Pablo Neruda accomplishes with his love poetry - and indeed, with all of his poetry - is truly a precious gift bestowed upon the world. We are forever in his debt. Muchas gracias, Senor Neruda.

I got to know the poetry of Pablo Neruda through videos on YouTube.

I fell in love with the poem "Te amo" and later read his autobiography. I was absolutely charmed by everything this writer had lived through. He must have been a wonderful person....

These sonnets describe various types of love. Not just the physical one. There is pure love, friendship love, love for nature, love for the universe, love for his country, among others. My favorites are those he writes for his beloved. I read them in the original. The Spanish language is so beautiful. And only those people consider that translated poetry loses its sensations.

Moreover, Neruda's works are like a window to his soul, allowing us to peek into his complex and passionate world. His words have the power to touch our hearts and make us feel emotions we may have never known before.

His love sonnets are especially captivating, as they express the depth and intensity of his feelings for his loved one. They are not just words on a page, but a testament to his love and devotion.

Overall, Pablo Neruda is a literary giant whose works will continue to inspire and move people for generations to come.

"Abdit is a passionate love story of a great writer and poet from Latin America. He is a poet of the people who, until the last moment of his life, stood bravely beside his people through all the pains and sufferings. The support of the people can be seen in many of his poems, especially those written after the Spanish Civil War:

"I sing for the people, although the eyes of the villagers may not be able to read it
A moment will come when my house will be filled with joy
The sweetness that brings my life into motion will reach their ears
Then the pain-stricken eyes will open and the miner, still as hard as a stone, will smile
... Maybe they will say: This was from our friends."

His works are not only a reflection of his personal emotions but also a mirror of the social reality of that time. Through his poetry, he expresses the hopes, dreams, and struggles of the people, making him an important figure in the literary history of Latin America.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadows and soul.

This kind of love is not the obvious and showy one. It is a love that dwells in the depths, hidden from the prying eyes of the world.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.

Thanks to your love, a certain solid fragrance

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

Your love has brought something precious and intangible into my life, like a fragrance that lingers and enriches my being.

I love 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.

This love is pure and simple, a connection that goes beyond words and definitions, a unity that is felt deep within.

Neruda is the author of poems that I love not only more than anyone else, but that I even idolize when I read (and reread and reread and reread again) his verses. Ever since I was a boy, I always had one of his books, which I had stolen from my mother's bookstore, as a source of inspiration and dreamy sighs, for the love letters that when we are young we all write to our beloved. It is easy to break hearts in others using inspirations like these. Neruda does to love what love itself does to all of us. It takes us in a vortex of emotion and words so hot that they incinerate our heart and soul; certain verses dig so deeply into us that our eyes are almost wounded and the heart trembles at every end of the verse and we remain waiting for that dreamy sigh that closes the poem. Some poems are masterpieces that ooze love in every word and that color in our minds the images that the verses themselves write...

"Or the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes it dawns, and even my soul is wet. The sea sounds, resounds in the distance. This is a port. Here I love you."...

"Sometimes, like a coin a piece of sun would light up in my hands."...

"You will know that I do not love you and that I love you because life is in two ways, the word is a wing of silence, fire has a half of cold." These verses are for me, the apotheosis of love made poetry.

The hut is filled with pure rural sorrow,

Ancient rains make withered leaves fall,

Wings and all that the night has imprisoned:

And thus I harden myself like a hermit's house

For you to return and dwell with me.

Otherwise, the windows pain me.

Really, Neruda and I are not compatible. I remember with frustration that I was assigned his autobiography "Confieso que he Vivido" in high school and I couldn't finish it because it was so boring. His poetry makes me despair. His constant allusions to wheat, bread, and the oven that raises the yeast make me think that he had a frustrated dream of being a baker. That or Matilde, his beloved, was a loaf of bread in another life. If at most I enjoyed two or three of the sonnets, that's a lot.

I have tried to understand his works, but they just don't speak to me. Maybe it's because I don't have the same life experiences as he did, or maybe it's because his writing style is just not to my taste. Whatever the reason, I can't help but feel that Neruda's works are overrated.

Despite my lack of appreciation for Neruda, I do recognize that he is an important figure in the history of literature. His works have inspired countless other writers and have had a significant impact on the literary world. I just wish that I could see what everyone else sees in his writing.

Exceptionally! Especially the poems of the "night"! It is impossible that there is no poem that does not "touch" you at least a little, even if you don't know much about poetry...

Poetry has a unique charm that can reach into the depths of our souls and evoke a wide range of emotions. The night, in particular, has always been a source of inspiration for poets. The darkness, the silence, and the mystery of the night provide a fertile ground for the imagination to run wild.

Whether it is a simple haiku or a long epic, a poem about the night can transport us to a different world, a world where we can feel the beauty and the sadness of life. It can make us think about our own existence, our relationship with the universe, and the meaning of it all.

So, the next time you find yourself in the middle of the night, take a moment to look up at the stars, listen to the silence, and let the poetry of the night "touch" you.

(Poëzieleesclub)

It is too sweet, too clever, and too honeyed for me. This simple statement holds a world of meaning. Maybe it refers to a particular poem or piece of literature that is so overly adorned with sugar-coated words and intricate cleverness that it loses its authenticity and connection with the reader.

Or perhaps it could be about a person, someone who is so charming and smooth-talking that it seems almost too good to be true. Their words are like honey, but there is a sense that there might be something more beneath the surface.

In the context of the Poëzieleesclub, this phrase could spark a lively discussion among the members. They might debate whether such qualities are desirable in poetry or if they detract from the true essence of the art form.

Overall, it is a thought-provoking phrase that invites us to consider the balance between sweetness, cleverness, and authenticity in both literature and life.

Whoa,

I had the intention of adding "Exile" to my list. However, this particular item was right beneath it, and I made a mistake by awarding it four stars.

I truly hope that this can be deleted. If it's not possible to delete, then this will become my review. On the other hand, if it can be deleted, this incident makes for a rather funny story of sorts.

It just goes to show how easily a simple oversight can occur. But either way, it's an interesting little anecdote that I can share. I'll have to be more careful in the future when adding items to my list to avoid such accidental ratings.

Reviewing a poetry collection is an extremely challenging task. Without a doubt, Neruda is a genius. This book is filled with precious gems of conception. However, the poets' occasional use of excessive verbiage and repetitive descriptions of the same subject, or perhaps I should say the same person, can sometimes become tiresome. By far, my favorite sonnets are numbers 44 and 89. These sonnets stand out for their unique charm and profound emotions. They have a certain allure that draws the reader in and makes them want to read more. The language used in these sonnets is beautiful and evocative, painting vivid pictures in the reader's mind. Overall, despite the few drawbacks, this poetry collection is a remarkable work of art that showcases Neruda's extraordinary talent.

\\n  *****5 Stunning Stars*****\\n





I was completely and utterly swept away by the sheer beauty of these love sonnets. It was as if a magical spell had been cast upon me. Someone had sent me a quote from one of them, and the moment I read it, I fell deeply in love with it. The words seemed to dance off the page and into my heart. I 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 could I not be moved by such profound and beautiful expressions of love? It makes me wonder how I am to have the pleasure of reading such stunning words.



These sonnets have opened up a new world of emotions and feelings for me. They have made me realize the true power of love and the beauty that can be expressed through words. I am truly grateful to have discovered these wonderful works.