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Of course this is a pick! Whatever edition or language, I love these poems!!!
That said, this edition has a concise prologue discussing this work and it's place in Neruda's canon. It also contains notes in the back of the various manuscripts used and differences found in those texts (my inner geek is squealing with excitement!)

Well still sick so at least it's a snow day for me! Not so for everyone else :( ���
Looks like a beautiful wonderland out there though- and I'm getting kind of cabin fever-y 🤪

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I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and for a time she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times beneath the infinite sky.

She loved me, and at times I loved her too.
How could one not love her great, still eyes.

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(Do yourself a favour and find this poem and read it!)
#poemaday #NerudaEveryDay

19

You are the delirious youth of the bee,
The drunkenness of the wave, the force of the wheat-ear.

#poemaday #NerudaEveryDay

16

(Full poem in picture, last stanza translated)

In the net of my music you are caught, my love,
And my nets of music are as wide as the sky.
My soul is born at the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning begins the land of dreams.

#poemaday
Pretty sure #NerudaEveryDay should exist.

14

From the mountains I will bring you happy flowers, copihues, dark hazelnuts, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want to do with you
What the spring does with the cherry trees.

#poemaday

13

Between the lips and the voice, something dies.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
Just like the nets that do not hold the water.
My poppet, but a few drops remain trembling.
Nevertheless, something sings among these fleeting words.
Something sings, something rises to my eager mouth.

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For my heart your breast suffices,
For your freedom my wings suffice.
From my mouth it will reach up to heaven
That which was asleep above your soul.

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7

The nocturnal birds peck at the first stars
That twinkle like my soul when I love you.
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#poemaday

6
Clinging to my arms like ivy,
The leaves gather your slow and still voice.
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5
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Love me, companion. Don't abandon me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.

But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.

I am making an infinite necklace from them all
For your white hands, smooth like grapes.

5

Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
So that you hear them as I want you to hear me.

#poemaday
The difficulty of expressing ourselves so that others hear what we wanted them to.💔

Like white handkerchiefs of goodbye the clouds travel,
The wind waves them with her traveller's hands.

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Missed yesterday, though my thoughts were on Chile and mi abuelito. It was the anniversary of his passing yesterday and I miss him terribly.
Voy a encontrarte, abuelito, en nuestros libros. Te amo 💜

Closest to 1 I could find for #novemberbythenumbers
@Tiffy_Reads @JoeStalksBeck

I finished this one in March, and then didn't read ANYTHING until last week. Between 20 weeks of morning sickness and 2 weeks of bed rest, I didn't have the mental/emotional energy for reading or talking about books (except to the kids; I prioritized reading to them 😊). I'd never experienced any kind of book slump, i.e., coma like that before. BUT I'm finally back and excited to see all of you #Littens! I missed you!

Late #Valentines post but better late than never! If you know any spanish you have to read this collection of poems by legendary Neruda. The most romantic poems ever! (Specially number 20!)

Feb. 1: Puedo escribir los versos... #LitsyPoetry365

Translation: Innumerable heart of the wind/ beating above our love-filled silence./ Humming among the trees, orchestral and divine,/ like a language full of wars and songs.

When I get exhausted, I've found that it helps to take a #poetrybreak for my mental health. Since it's almost Valentine's Day and this has been on my #tbr for awhile, I decided to read some Pablo Neruda for the first time. I'm loving the imagery so far.

being bilingual is rad