He is a chilean poet, he was born in 1904 and died in 1973. Neruda was called the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language. He won a lot of prizes one of them was a nobel prize of literature in 1971. Neruda wrote this book celebrating his love. The book is talking about the different periods in his relationship with his wife Matteld .
It says: if your eyes were not the color of moon, of a day full of clay and work and fire. this is the first line of the poem. maybe that means that this love is so beautiful but so hard it is like if we say that this love is as the most pretty rose. but the prettiest rose is the most one that have more thorns than any other tipe of flowers. it is maybe saying that love is the biggest hurt but the largest joie. we could know that he loves her so much, his life depend on her life and that this woman is everything for him. as he says: but when i hold you i hold everything that is...
The first line says: i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. silent and starving, i prowl through the streets. It means that he strongly wants her, and he is looking for her everywhere as he misses her so much, it is saying that he is lost without her and that he is nothing if she is not by his side. she means for him a lot and he loves her much.
It is saying that the time is so short when they are together. or maybe he wants to say there is something happened and they were focusing on it then he could not enjoy her her, and now he wants to give that time to do what he could not do.
it seems that he really likes her hair. as he says: i only want to be your stylist. also he is telling that he loves her so much, as he says: do not forget me remember that i love you. also, he really needs her with him, as he says: don't let me wander lost without your hair.
The first line of this poem says: i do not love you as if you were salt--rose, or topaz...I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. it maybe means thatthis love is a secret between him and himself and that it could be something so pretty that we can see but it is not as it is invisible. but however he it is a beautiful feeling inside, as he says: i love you as the plant that never blooms but caries in itself the light of hidden flowers.he is saying that he just love her and he can not control his feeling, as he says: i love you without knowing how or when or frome where. he loves her so much and his heart, his mind and his soul are always with her, he is talking as there is two souls in one body, as he says: so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as i am fall asleep.
in the first line it says: leaning in to the afternoons i cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. so, he is trying to get something from something that can not give him what he is looking for. he is putting his nets in a sad ocean where there is nothing to get,.the fire of that love is burning him and no one could take him out even water as he is talking about fire and drowning. he is lost, he is drowning in that ocean which is her eyes or love, he is lost and he wants to be in the sea or the beach, he wants to see the land, he wants to see something that tells him that he is all right and he does not need to be scared anymore, something like the lighthouse. all of these things that he wants to see are just in her eyes, all of these places where he wants to be are in her eyes. but her eyes are so far, he can not see her eyes as they are absent eyes which means that everything is absent. he says: there in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like drowning man s. i send out red signals acrosse your absent eyes that smell like the sea or the beach by lighthouse. his love for her gives him a courage and strength, he could do anything just to arrive to her, as he says: leaning to the afternoons i fling my nets to the sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes. it seems like this love hurts him someway but it still beautiful and he is fighting for it, as he said: the birds of night peck at the fast stars that flash like my soul when i love you. the night gallops on its shadowy mare shedding blue tassels over the land..
I really love these poems, i like how the poet is using the opposite language and relating everything to nature, his poems are unclear, i feel like he has some of sheakspear language as he uses a lot of medaforms and we can not understand what he wants to say exactly. if i would have an opportunity to change something in these poems i would never change anything, when i was reading them i felt that he feels what he wrote or he wrote what he felt. and if the write what he feels he makes the reader live with him what he is saying.
i am so glad because i knew this poet and i rad his poems i hope if i could read the haul book. if some one is looking for something to read i would definitively say that this book is one of the best books.
i loved it, i loved it, i loved it.