tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641638.post110286965709598820..comments2023-06-17T04:25:51.988-04:00Comments on <center>Living Poetry</center>: Pablo NerudaAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08754785071196846157noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641638.post-1103849659337755282004-12-23T19:54:00.000-05:002004-12-23T19:54:00.000-05:00I loved your post. Neruda is simply great, I do no...I loved your post. Neruda is simply great, I do not know if you know Spanish, but you should try to read Neruda in Spanish. <br /><br />Neruda is the poet of love, of nature. He has a book. The translation of the title would be "I confess that I have lived", his memoirs. <br /><br />One last thing. As the opposite to Neruda, in Peru there was a poet named Vallejo. Pessimistic, mysterious, deathly. However, a wonderful use of the language. You should try it to see the contrast.Doctor Marcohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01176391209386097473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641638.post-1103567641449227352004-12-20T13:34:00.000-05:002004-12-20T13:34:00.000-05:00Beautiful words such a romantic soulBeautiful words such a romantic soulLady SunShinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06851204652238087844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641638.post-1102909833010900712004-12-12T22:50:00.000-05:002004-12-12T22:50:00.000-05:00Kristina here. Thanks for choosing to discuss thi...Kristina here. Thanks for choosing to discuss this poem, Amy! <br /><br />I really love the way Neruda weaves together all the emotions of love-- the passion, the longing, the pain. This poem speaks to me. The narrator talks of being a port, an anchor, a pier. All are necessary things to a sea-going vessel-- necessary to survival and sustenance, in fact. And yet, all are forgotten when unneeded. Neglected. Unwanted. Still, the speaker waits-- and seems to find hope as night falls.<br /><br />There is so much here, every time I read it I find something else that touches me. "Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet." My heart breaks with those words.<br /><br />I'm interested in your take on the line "My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights." Is this self-loathing, for the role the narrator has chosen for himself? Loathing of the one he loves? What is he loathing?<br /><br />Great discussion... <br /><br />Kristina<br />www.kristinawright.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641638.post-1102877929899580852004-12-12T13:58:00.000-05:002004-12-12T13:58:00.000-05:00This is a wonderful poem. My experience with the ...This is a wonderful poem. My experience with the sea is as a sailor; the narrator of the poem is the one I left behind. A day in the life - longing, empty, dominated by Nature - that IS the sea! And like the ee cummings poem, one, alone, lonely. I like it!<br /><br />-GregGreg Finneganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08309959026310231334noreply@blogger.com