What he wrote is not limited to a certain age and when was love like that? There are poems for the morning, for the afternoon, for the evening and the night, and the meanings and the delicate captures vary, sometimes cheerful and sometimes drowning in love. So he contradicts the lovers, saying: "As for me, I only want to be the comb of your hair." And he complains: "When we raised love above a huge wave and broke it over the rocks, it made us into lonely dust." And he talks about absence and describes it as the empty house: "You can walk in it through the walls and hang the pictures in the air." And he contradicts himself, like the obsessed - as is always the case with the obsessed - when he piles up his wishes one after the other for Matilda: "So that love does not repeat the pattern of your eternal spring." Ah, how beautiful this Neruda is.
Neruda's love sonnets are a profound exploration of the many facets of love. They range from the tender and intimate moments of combing someone's hair to the powerful and tumultuous emotions that come with raising love above a huge wave. The descriptions of absence as an empty house add a sense of longing and melancholy. And yet, Neruda's contradictions show the complexity and confusion that often accompany love. His wishes for Matilda are both beautiful and desperate, highlighting the intensity of his feelings. Overall, these sonnets are a testament to the power of love and the ability of a great poet to capture its essence in words.