There are hardly any words adequate for describing the poetry of Neruda. This along with 20 songs of desperation is my favourite and is absolutely beautiful. Whether it is about Macchu Pichu or soldiers or about love, his mastery of language and the music of words is mesmerising. The petals of the ocean contend with a planet's pulsation.The underseas granaries tremble.A gloss on the sea-lettuce poises its menace,a swimming and swarming of schools;the mesh of the net-cord, ascending,draws up only...

I enjoyed being able to read the poems in Spanish, and in English, and then compare the specific language of the Spanish version with the English version translated. Such elegance and eye-opening. Some effected me more than others, as with most poetry collections, but the composition and symbolism of Neruda is compelling; he writes with such a carefree elegance.

My first copy of this book has now officially fallen apart. I can't count the number of times I've read it, but its current (pathetic) condition gives me some idea. Here's a gem you might overlook, because it doesn't fit into any of the usual categories: "Walking Around." Try reading it out loud--it's even more powerful that way. Either way, it's pure genius. And I'm embarrassed to admit I know nearly all of the love poems by heart, at least in English. Might learn Spanish just to be able to rea...

This:“I wantto do with you what Spring does with the cherry trees.”Buried in an early poem in this collection, “Every Day You Play,” this line won me over, made my knees weak. It kept coming to my mind the rest of that day, and the next. Who is able to write such a line? Pablo Neruda has a gift. Where we see a tomato, he sees this, from "Ode to the Tomato": “red viscera, a fresh, deep, inexhaustible sun floods the salads of Chile.”What more can we ask for in a poet, than to show us the beauty we...

Incredible beauty in these poems. And what a powerful trip, to be transported into Neruda's wild, naturalistic imagination. No technology, only biology and raw nature.

Soneto XXIXVens da pobreza das casas do Sul,das regiões duras com frio e terramotoque quando até os seus deuses rolaram para a mortenos deram a lição da vida na greda.És um cavalinho de greda negra, um beijode barro escuro, amor, amapola de greda,pomba do crepúsculo que voou nos caminhos,cofre com lágrimas da nossa pobre infância.Môça, conservaste o teu coração de pobre,os teus pés de pobre acostumados às pedras,a tua boca que nem sempre teve pão ou delícia.És do pobre Sul, de onde vem a minha a...

There are no words which can explain how beautiful these poems are! I was under the impression that Neruda writes only poems about LOVE. But what an imbecile presumption! How great and beautiful his empathetic poems of slaughtered children, blood-spilled streets, harpooned whales, ambushed bird-nests, threatening months, deep oceans, weary fishermen, and love-sick hearts are!

I am not a huge fan of poetry. No. This is not my thing. But Neruda is maybe one of few whose work I enjoy. I didn't read the whole book. The collection starts with selected poems from 100 Love Sonnets. After the first part, I felt that if I continue to read from his other collections, the magic of Neruda will be lost for me. And I want to carry his magic with me, because these selected poems from 100 Love Sonnets were pure magic.

Oh my dear Neruda. Jei jums nepatinka poezija, tai jūs dar neskaitėtė Jo poezijos. Šis rinkinys nėra pradedančiąjam, čia tiem, kas jau žino jo braižą ir nori daugiau. Daugelio akyse Neruda rašė tik apie meilę, tačiau šiame rinkinyje jos yra mažiausiai. Beveik keturis dešimtmečius apimantys jo darbai įvairiausiomis temomis: gamta, politika, moterys... Jo poemos parašytos taip, kad galima bet kada atsiversti knygą iš naujo, durti pirštu ir skaityti antrą ar penktą kartą tą patį, nes visada atsiran...

Apenas medio puñado de palabrasTerminé hoy con la antología. La selección es amplia, eso es bueno, da perspectiva, posibilidad de asomarse con calma. No conecté del todo con la propuesta de Neruda. Me pareció por momentos miope, por momentos ebrio. La miopía y la ebriedad son los males del siglo. ¿De qué siglo? Qué se yo, de alguno. Quizás vuelva luego para hablar de la "Residencia en la tierra" que es bárbaro, o de "Canto general", que oscila entre la genialidad y el desamparo. No sé. Quizás lu...

I had forgotten how much I loved Neruda and it was so refreshing to read more of his poetry that are not love poems, though I love them as well. And I think I need to read more of his poetry that is focused on war, Latin America, etc. because to a degree they are all about love just not all about women.

Beautiful work. This is the kind of poetry that makes people who hate poetry decide that they might actually love it. And this poem:Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day, at that hour, I shall lift m...

ode to my socks is probably one of the most comforting, wooly poems you will ever read in your life.

Editor's Forewordfrom Veinte Poemas de Amor (1924)--I. Cuerpo de Mujer . . . / Body of a woman . . .--III. Ah Vastedad de Pinos . . . / Ah Vastness of Pines . . .--VII. Inclinado en las Tardes . . . / Leaning into the Afternoons . . .--XIII. He Ido Marcando . . . / I Have Gone Marking . . .--XIV. Juegas Todos Los Días . . . / Every Day You Play . . .--XVII. Pensando, Enredando Sombras / Thinking, Tangling Shadows . . .--XX. Puedo Escribir Los Versos . . . / Tonight I Can Write . . .from Residenc...

Por muchos defectos que haya tenido Neruda - que no eran pocos y que además cada vez salen más a la luz - su obra lírica es INCREÍBLE.Creo, de hecho, que gracias a él es que me gusta la literatura, que vino al principio a mí de mano de la poesía. Por haber tenido la suerte de haber crecido rodeada de varios de los poemas que hay en esta selección. La mayoría todavía me los sé de memoria.Hay pocas cosas más completas, más límpidas, más preciosas, más perfectas.

I was really impressed by Neruda's poetry, I always thought he only wrote about love, but this book showcases his beautiful writing and most thought provoking works. LOVED ITT

The annoying thing about being a poet (yes I've been published and no I won't link you to it) is that people think you're some grand authority on the quality of it. I mean, I am, but the constant questions get annoying, okay? Everyone's always asking stuff like, "Is this poem good?" or "Why can't you just have a normal job?" or "What's the sexiest line of poetry ever?" and I usually give the same answer to the first two questions, but as for the third... well, I've got you on this one, actually....

This book allows you to see how his poems progressed over the years. They begin in 1924 and end in 1967. He selected these poems himself for the book. It shows his voice in everything surronding him. Very rich, colorful and moving!

সব দেশের কবিতাতেই বোধহয় "স্নানের জলে বাষ্পে মাখো জল" কিসিমের ফাঁকা আওয়াজ থাকে। নেরুদার, বিশেষতঃ রেসিদেন্সিয়া এন লা তিয়েরার সময়ে, এই ধরনের কাজ একটু বেশি। এর উপর আছে আমাপোলা আর সেরেসোর, মানে পপি গাছ আর চেরী ফুলের আলাপ। এইগুলি হচ্ছে বিদেশীদের আনন্দ ভৈরবী পড়তে দেয়ার মতো, বরষাপীড়িত ফুল আপনি স্পেনীয় নারীরে কীভাবে বোঝাবেন!নেরুদারে ভালো লাগে, তার স্পেন কেমন ছিলো কবিতাটার জন্য। কেউ যদি লিখে দিয়ে যাইতো, কেমন ছিলো বাংলাদেশ। চারদিকে আহাজারি, চারদিকে বিপদ। আমি ছুটি চাইছিলাম খোদা।

BEING BORN IN THE WOODS"When the rice withdraws from the earththe grains of its flour,when the wheat hardens its little hip-joints and lifts its face of a thousand hands,I make my way to the grove where the woman and the man embrace,to touch the innumerable seaof what continues....Lives resting beside my clothes like parallel dovesor contained in my own existence and in my lawless soundin order to return to being, to lay hold on the air denuded of its leafand on the moist birth of the soil in th...