This collection is truly mesmerising.

It has such a profound impact on me that I find myself compelled to read it over and over again.

By doing so, I hope to fully absorb all the delicate nuances present in each sonnet.

There are a few lines that have particularly captured my heart.

For instance, in the Ninth Sonnet, it says, "You and I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness."

These lines paint a vivid and beautiful picture in my mind.

Among all the sonnets, my absolute favourite is the 90th.

It is absolutely wonderful, filled with emotions and ideas that resonate deeply within me.

This collection is a true gem, and I am so glad to have discovered it.

Poetry is not really my thing.

And as these sonnets didn't have the usual rhyme structure, or even any rhyme at all, really.

Still, some of them were nice.

I would rate this collection as 3.8 stars.

It seems that in 2024, popsugarpoesias has put out this interesting set of sonnets that deviate from the traditional norms.

Even though I'm not a huge poetry enthusiast, I could appreciate the effort and the unique qualities that some of these sonnets possessed.

Maybe for those who are more into experimental poetry or who are looking for something different, this collection could be a great find.

Overall, it's an interesting addition to the world of poetry, and I'm curious to see what else popsugarpoesias has in store for us in the future.

This poetry book is an absolute fortune, the kind of book that you would blindly give 10 stars to!!

When I first came across it, I looked up the reviews and the rating. Then, I read a sample sonnet online and was immediately struck by its beauty. This discovery so encouraged me that I wanted to start reading it as soon as possible. However, unfortunately, I couldn't find a free pdf copy available online. I was extremely disappointed and kept searching. Eventually, I found some translations by Alan Davison, but I felt that the translation wasn't good enough. I wouldn't say it was bad considering the effort put into translating them.

Although my first and second attempts were unsuccessful, I didn't give up. I got the titles of the 100 sonnets from the book's page on Wikipedia and looked for each of them individually. All the while, I was praying that it would be worth it. And it truly is!! IT DEFINITELY IS :).

I just can't express how beautiful Neruda's poetry is. It is touching, sentimental, passionate, and whole. I believe it feels as if it was written specifically for each woman who reads it. Neruda is like a magician. He writes small lines that transport you to different places - forests, sea shores, the skies, or just a bed - where everything looks real yet feels like a fantasy. He has the ability to turn plain things into magic. For example, I will never look at scattered flour in the same way again because of how he compared it to stars.

I found some of the sonnets translated by Stephen Tapscott and some by Terence Clarke. Both translations were beautiful, but I preferred Stephen's. He managed to keep the metaphors sophisticated and original while still making them understandable. Terence, on the other hand, went for a more direct and easy translation, which was good in some lines, as seen in sonnet 48.

Knowing that this book has given me so many great words, I'm actually running out of words to describe my love for it. It was truly worth the time spent reading it, totally :). I think every woman deserves her own Neruda, to be seen, adored, and portrayed through the eyes and heart of Neruda :).

There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.

O bright magnolia bursting in the foam,
magnetic transient whose death blooms
and vanishes--being, nothingness--forever:
broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea.

You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:

because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
galloping water, incessant sand,
we make the only permanent tenderness.

“When I am declaiming the fundamentals of my love, I offer this alphabet to you: the wooden sonatas that are born only because you give them life” (Pablo Neruda in Kiss of the Rain).

Love, love and love
Captivated by love
Enchanted in words

The passionate kiss of words from your lips
Wet my dry heart
Flood my soul
Rain of my thirst

Throughout the day, those love verses keep chanting
Throughout time, that dance of words keeps singing
Endlessly
Whether it is morning, dusk, evening or night.

Hot, ablaze and frenzied
Warm like the spring sun
But at the same time sharp like a thorn

Oh No. Love. One神奇 and mysterious word that can make many people charmed and lost in its making. Sweet, bitter, charming and painful. Its pain, its beauty, its joy and its sorrow. It is love that colors the world. Making the world not just black, white and gray. This collection of a hundred sonatas weaves the words of love so beautifully. Although sometimes wild, hot and frenzied. And seems too exaggerated and excessive. But which woman doesn't like to be courted? As long as she is still a normal woman. She must still be influenced by what is called courtship and sweet words. Even if only a little. Even if she knows that the courtship is just false.

If the writer were still alive in the present era, and of the same age (certainly not ancient), in front of my eyes and writing these sonatas for me, it seems that I would fall in love with him ^^

Men are crocodiles, animals. But women are the caretakers of animals :P that's why I don't like what is called women.

*Barbie, who is still giggling, reads the collection of the courtship of Grandpa Neruda's crocodile*

Love is a powerful force that has the ability to transform our lives. It has the capacity to make us become someone we never thought we could be. Just like the beautiful words say, "Y desde entonces soy porque tú eres," which means "And from then on I am because you are." When we fall in love, we start to see the world in a different light. We become more caring, more understanding, and more willing to give.

"Y desde entonces eres, soy y somos," this line emphasizes the togetherness that comes with love. It's not just about one person, but about two people coming together and creating something beautiful. We share our joys, our sorrows, and our dreams. We support each other through thick and thin, and we grow together as a couple.

"Y por amor seré, serás, seremos," this final line speaks of the future. Because of love, we will continue to be. We will face whatever comes our way with courage and determination, knowing that we have each other by our side. Love gives us hope for a better tomorrow, and it makes us believe that anything is possible.❤️

**A Day on the Ilalang Hill**

**Morning**
The cold air is drizzling, longing for a warm embrace from my beloved. I wake up with a kiss on my forehead, while it's raining outside. I take my summer dress and walk to the door, looking at the beautiful fine drizzle and say to it,
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; this is how I love you because I don't know any other way."
I step to the edge of the veranda of the white house, where the swing is hanging, waiting to sway. I know I will fall asleep here with the rustle of the wind passing by when the rain subsides later.

**Afternoon**
The redness is almost setting. I run gently to the lake pier. The subsiding rain leaves the smell of wet grass beneath my feet. I sit leaning against a pier post. The coconut leaves are floating on the lake. It's peaceful. Only a few birds fly by with their shadows reflected on the water. The breeze gives a sound to the tropical plants at the end of the lake.
"Yes: the daytime is tiring like fire, or like a swarm of bees advancing with its green work, burying itself in the leaves: until at the tip of the trembling leaf the glittering world twinkles and whispers."
Then I see a pair of doves playing, as if they are asking for understanding before they fly and are embraced by the sky.
"My love has two lives, to love you; that's why I love you when I don't love you and also why I love you when I love you."
I throw a stone into the lake that reflects the light of the sky. Blue in the sky, blue in the lake. Dark in the sky, dark in the lake too.
"The sky folds your wings over you, lifts you, helps you into my embrace with a mysterious and timely respect."

**Evening**
I run towards the forest, chasing the rainbow that falls at its end. I don't care about the wound on my foot that slows me down. The once fine dress is now a little torn. The rain is pouring down heavily, accompanied by flashes of lightning and continuous thunder. Where is she? I lost the rainbow that no longer appears. Is this an illusion? I sit on an old trunk, wiping the rain that is dripping on my face.
"Those who wanted to hurt me have hurt you, and a whole vial of secret poison for me like a net that passes through my work - but leaves a rusty and restless stain on you."
Where is she? Did she go with someone else? Why can't I find her here in this forest? I run, calling her name. I don't care about the wound on my foot. My body is wet and I'm cold.
"Fire. I love you only because you are the one I love; I hate you endlessly, and I hate you bowing towards you, and the measure of my changing love for you is that I can't look at you but love you."
Then I see her shadow. It's not a rainbow, but a brighter light. I run towards it and fall into her embrace. I miss her so much. Hopefully this is real, not just a false shadow that I'm chasing.
"Since then I am I because you are you, since then you are you, I am I, we are we and through love I become I, you become you, we become we."
Then we look at each other and lead the way home. We walk arm in arm in a tender body, getting closer and protecting each other.
"Then love knows it must be called love and when I turn my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart shows me my way."

**Night**
The wind rustles the curtains. Time seems to stop when you embrace me. The rain has already started to subside and the fireplace is still warm. The flashes of lightning sometimes break the atmosphere. But you remain in your silence, behind me and whispering,
"I want you to live while I wait for you, dozing. I want your ears to still hear the wind, I want you to inhale the aroma of the sea that we love together, keep walking on the sand as if at any moment when we walk together."
I shiver, turn around and look at you. I put my finger on your lip, not to say anything more. I mess up your hair, look deep into your eyes, closely,
"Let's love with a love that devours its fruit and is broken, its shadow and its power, to the rib of the earth: you and I are the lasting light, with the pleasant thorns that can no longer be pulled out."
We both look at the sky. The rain has just stopped. Only the stars remain...

Κι αυτή η φορά ήταν σαν ποτέ και πάντα:

πάμε εκεί που δεν περιμένει τίποτα.

Στην ανατολή, στον δυτικό ή στον νότο, δεν έχει σημασία.

Θα βρούμε ολ' αυτά που περιμένουν.

Μόνο αν προχωρήσουμε χωρίς φόβο και χωρίς υποψίες.

Η ζωή είναι μια περιπέτεια, και πρέπει να την ανακαλύψουμε.

Ας μην φοβάμε το άγνωστο, αλλά να το αγαπήσουμε.

Γιατί εκεί, όπου δεν περιμένουμε τίποτα, μπορεί να μας περιμένει η μεγαλύτερη ευτυχία.

The truth is that I didn't really like this book at all.

I don't know if the problem was with the translation or if the poems themselves just didn't touch my heart.

Translating poetry is really a very difficult and delicate task.

If the translator doesn't get it right, it can completely fall flat with the reader.

But with Pablo Neruda, I'm completely disappointed.

I had high expectations for his work, but unfortunately, it just didn't live up to them.

Maybe it's because the translations didn't do justice to his original words, or maybe it's just that his style doesn't resonate with me.

Either way, I'm left feeling a bit let down.

I'll have to keep looking for other poets whose work speaks to me more deeply.

In his description, it was just that he was charming and amorous.

"Oh, my dearest one!

Didn't we want our rights not to exist?

Only love

as long as we have each other as lovers.

00"

"My love!

I love you for everything you have

and don't have."

"We

I, you and love

from kindness

we will build an eternity

a place where the waves

crash on the unstable rocks."

Love is a powerful force that can make people do and say the most wonderful things. In these words, we can sense the depth of the emotions between the two lovers. The descriptions of their love are both beautiful and passionate, painting a vivid picture of their relationship. It seems that their love is so strong that it can overcome any obstacle and create a lasting bond.

We can only hope that their love will continue to grow and bring them happiness for a lifetime.

"Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso, qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía!"

The truth is that I'm not much of a poetry person, but this book really appealed to me. Neruda captivates with his verses and fills me with peace, love, and euphoria.

"En tu abrazo yo abrazo lo que existe, la arena, el tiempo, el árbol de la lluvia, y todo vive para que yo viva: sin ir tan lejos puedo verlo todo: veo en tu vida todo lo viviente."

I highly recommend this book to those who are seeking a way to view love and express it through a unique sentiment.

"Yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te amo todavía."

Love is such a complex and beautiful emotion, and Neruda's words seem to capture its essence perfectly. His poetry takes us on a journey through the many facets of love, from the initial longing to the deep and abiding connection. Each verse is like a precious gem, shining with the light of his passion and insight. Whether you are in love, have lost love, or are simply searching for a deeper understanding of this powerful emotion, Neruda's poetry is sure to touch your heart and leave you with a new appreciation for the beauty and mystery of love.

This is my favorite poet. His/Her poems are truly beautiful. Each word seems to be carefully chosen and arranged, creating a vivid and enchanting world. The rhythm and rhyme of the poems add a musical quality, making them a pleasure to read aloud.

I have read this book many times, and every time I discover something new and wonderful. The poet's unique perspective and deep emotions are expressed so powerfully in the poems that it touches my heart.

I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves poetry. It is a masterpiece that will surely leave a lasting impression. Whether you are a seasoned poetry lover or just starting to explore the world of poetry, this book is a must-read.

My heart was beating with every word and phrase... beautiful Neruda.

His words have a magical charm that can touch the deepest part of my soul.

Each line seems to be a brushstroke, painting a vivid picture in my mind.

The emotions he conveys are so intense and genuine that I can't help but be moved.

Whether it's love, longing, or despair, Neruda expresses it all with such eloquence and grace.

His poetry is like a gentle breeze that caresses my face, or a warm fire that warms my heart on a cold night.

It makes me feel alive and connected to the world around me.

Every time I read his works, I discover something new and wonderful, and I fall in love with his words all over again.

Neruda's poetry is truly a masterpiece, and it will always hold a special place in my heart.