It’s been 40 years since legend Don Pablo (Pablo Neruda) took his last breath. But still his poems have been inspiring boys & men to be dipped in love, girl & women to be felt appreciated and desired.
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines...” have been a silent partner in my saddest times. Or when I read from his sonnet XVII,
“…where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
it’s like a feeling that only he can transcend into words. Probably that’s the reason artist/poet like him comes few in every century or so. His writings have been iconic throughout last century and may it last till the end of centuries to come. Salud! Comrade!
From Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XXVII:
“Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moonlines, applepathways:
Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba;
You have vines and stars in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails,
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again. “
Here is a clip from the movie Il Postino (The Postman) which has a part of his sonnet xxvii (written above):