Pablo Neruda
Jan 07th 2010 03:54
I wanna write a little about Pablo Neruda, which is my favorite poet.
Pablo Neruda was born in Parral, Chile in 1904. When he was a child —around four years or so— his mother died. He began to write early. He would tell later when he has older that one day he showed a poem made by himself to his father, who only said: "Where did you take it from?"
When he was an adolescent, he traveled to Santiago, the capital city. There he began to study at university.
At the age of 19 he wrote 20 poems of love and a song of despair. That book would become the favorite text of many people.
Then he began to travel and travel around the world. He visited Singapur, Spain, Mexico, Peru, and all.
In 1971 he won the Nobel Prize. He died in 1973 in Chile.
Here is something from him:
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.
Pablo Neruda was born in Parral, Chile in 1904. When he was a child —around four years or so— his mother died. He began to write early. He would tell later when he has older that one day he showed a poem made by himself to his father, who only said: "Where did you take it from?"
When he was an adolescent, he traveled to Santiago, the capital city. There he began to study at university.
At the age of 19 he wrote 20 poems of love and a song of despair. That book would become the favorite text of many people.
Then he began to travel and travel around the world. He visited Singapur, Spain, Mexico, Peru, and all.
In 1971 he won the Nobel Prize. He died in 1973 in Chile.
Here is something from him:
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.
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I wanna write a little about Pablo Neruda, who is my favorite poet.
When he was a child —around the age of 4— his mother died.
He began to write at a very young age
One day when he was older, he showed one of his poems to his father, who only said: "Where did you come up with this?"
There he began to study at a university.
At the age of 19 he wrote 20 love poems and a song of despair.
He visited Singapur, Spain, Mexico, and Peru