Every Day You Play Every day you play with the light of the universe. Oh the black cross of a ship. Sensual Passion thaws into melancholy and melancholy weds despair, and we sense the tone of lover vicissitudes when faced with departure! I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. Neruda's funeral became the first public protest against the Chilean military dictatorship. Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise. An outstanding must-read for anyone who wants to imbibe on poetry. Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes. Time stops and modern life, with all its hustle and bustle, disappears.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise out of my mouth to heaven. You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips and in your life my infinite dreams live. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. Only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands. The most popular work by Chile's Nobel Prize-winning poet, and the subject of Pablo Larraín's acclaimed feature film Neruda starring Gael García Bernal. Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Cling to me as though you were frightened. Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you, what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned! You swallowed everything, like distance. It souds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Neruda's outspoken sympathy for the loyalist cause during the Spanish Civil War led to his recall from Madrid in 1937. Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
How terrible and brief was my desire of you! Sometimes I get up early and my soul is wet. Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies. He does not waste words with the abstract. Southern Chile does this to you. Through the poem the speaker primarily recalls their passionate romance; mourns its loss; and expresses the difficulty he is experiencing in forgetting her. Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. Ah you who are silent! Pablo Neruda's first published book was in 1923 entitled,.
Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. I'm encircled by a single thing, a single movement: a mineral In these lonely regions I have been powerful in the same way as a cheerful tool or like untrammeled grass which lets loose its seed or like a dog rolling around in the dew. Pablo was known as a communist in Chile, due to his political views and literature. In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit my heart closes like a nocturnal flower. As a contrast I would offer Antonio Machado, whose work I read just before this book, and whose poetry usually contains a conceptual core, a kernel of an idea, wrapped up within the images of the poem, which I could at least partially uncover. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds. From that tree the leaves complain as though they were sick.
Hemos visto arder tantas veces el lucero besándonos los ojos y sobre nuestras cabezas destorcerse los crepúsculos en abanicos girantes. I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul. You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, sadness stunned you, in you everything sank! The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish. You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Tell me everything, chain by chain, link by link, and step by step. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing you name with their leaves of wire.