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  • joe mulumba

    one more for my reading list

  • Gloria Chong

    He makes me want to learn Spanish. He is half of the reason I fell in love with love. The passion he writes with is undeniable, and yet unbelievable.

  • Capricious Me

    "To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers..."He is worth reading.

  • Seleatha Mendibles

    Need to read- Pablo Neruda's poetry is a gorgeous celebration of the life force: erotically charged love poems, dream like and surrealistic, passionate and political. Neruda wrote in green ink, his signature color of hope. Who cannot love a poet who lives by hope, especially in love? "And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind."

  • Maggie Yvonne

    Favorite poet, especially his love poems

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The Essential Neruda (poems of Pablo Neruda)

To look for originality at all costs is a modern condition. In our time, the writer wants to call attention to himself, and this superficial preoccupation takes on fetishistic characteristics. Each person tries to find a road whereby he will stand out, neither for profundity nor for discovery, but for the imposition of a special diversity. The most original artist will change phases in accord with the time, the epoch. - Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda from Cat's Dream I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams.