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100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda
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Apr 25, 2009

it was amazing
bookshelves: holy-shit, heartsick, favorite-authors, maurice, poetry, gr-friend-recommendations
Recommended for: Michelle
Read in April, 2011

It was one of those days. The kids flooded the bathroom, the cat vomited on my carpet, a toothbrush got lodged down the drain. One of those days. It was not a day to start a Sarah Vowell book about the beginnings of Hawaii… No, not today. Today, I grabbed the bottle of Sangria and sat down with this.

Again, I have to thank Goodreads for introducing me to Bells (shout out to Bells! Woot! Woot!) who introduced me to Pablo. Imagine living my whole life and not knowing Pablo!! The horror!

There is a reason that middle aged women find abstinent shiny vampires attractive. We are tired. We have lost the inspiration and cling to the notion of everlasting love like spanx. We are what we are. I will admit that I was duped by that Edward. With all his “Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?" crap? Yes, we are faulty. We want to hear that stuff. We also want to hear that you loved Duran Duran and that Say Anything was your favorite movie of all time. We clear? Good.

Where was I? Oh, yeah, pouring another glass of Sangria and talking about Pablo. Okay, Pablo with his baldness and his Alfred Hitchcockian body… Pablo would take Edward down. No stake needed, my friend.

Oh, my dearest, I could not love you so!
But when I hold you I hold everything that is---
Sand, time, the tree of the rain,

Everything is alive so that I can be alive
Without moving I can see it all
In your life I see everything that lives.


Hellz to the Yeah! That’s the stuff! Whoo!! Pablo Pablo he’s our man! Okay, he’s Matilda Uruttia’s man, but eh… semantics. Imagine! 100 love sonnets! For one woman! Swoon. And, it’s not like you have to look for lines like the one above. It’s every-frickin’-page. I just fall deeper and deeper. I drink more and my eyes water.

"Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin."

Oh, Eddie… silly you. Give it up. Go away.


This is part of Pablo's dedication: "When I set this task for myself, I knew very well that down the right sides of sonnets, with elegant discriminating taste, poets of all times have arranged rhymes that sound like silver, or crystal, or cannon fire. But--with great humility--I made these sonnets out of wood: I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and this is how they should reach your ears. … Now that I have declared the foundations of my life, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.”

Can you imagine living with that? We all crave that crazy new found love feeling, right? Be honest.. There’s nothing like that rush… but imagine a full grown, fleshed out, downright dedication of life. Suddenly, it’s not about the adrenaline… it’s about the stamina.

Pablo divides his sonnets into four sections: Morning, Afternoon, Evening, and Night. And isn’t that the kicker.. The words so powerful that you feel each time, you age with him, you are his day. Lucky, lucky woman, that Matilda.

Morning:

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

Afternoon:

So that I am like a scorched rock
that suddenly sings when you are near, because it drinks
the water you carry from the forest, in your voice

Evening:

I need the light of your energy,
I looked around, devouring hope.
I watched the void without you that is like a house,
nothing left but tragic windows.


Night:

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams, you will go,
We will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
Only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
And let their soft drifting signs drop away;
Your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move

After, following the folding water you carry, that carries
Me away. The night, the word, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you , I am your dream, only that, and that is all.


It’s hard to write a review of Pablo without totally quoting Pablo. You have to experience him, I feel like I’m cheating with this one. I will end with just this: I hope everyone finds their Pablo… I hope everyone opens their eyes and sees their Pablo.

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Quotes Kim Liked

Pablo Neruda
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets


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Books Ring Mah Bell Neruda.
Heaven. Pure heaven.

*sigh*


message 2: by Michelle (new)

Michelle Bells, Kim emailed me two of his poems the other day, and I fell in love. I'd never read him before.


message 3: by Kim (new) - rated it 5 stars

Kim Oh yeah... can you say... *HOT*????



message 4: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony Why am I starting to believe Kim's shelves are lined with literary porn?

:)


Books Ring Mah Bell May I suggest Residence on Earth for your shelves... Not as "lovey" but absolutely awesome.


message 6: by Kim (new) - rated it 5 stars

Kim Thanks, Elizabeth... Pablo should be taught in schools... not just the love sonnets, but the political poems too. Such a shame.


Books Ring Mah Bell love this review, you, and Pablo!!!


message 8: by Kim (new) - rated it 5 stars

Kim Right back at you, Bells. Thank you sooooo much. I may have a shattering orgasm later just for you and Elizabeth... wait, that came out wrong...


message 10: by Kim (new) - rated it 5 stars

Kim If Pablo had only written a poem with 'twss' in it... such a shame.


message 11: by K.D. (new)

K.D. Absolutely Have you watched Il Postino (the movie)? There is a soundtrack with the likes of Madonna, Ethan Hawke, etc. reading those poems used in the movie. Glorious readings!


message 12: by Reese (new)

Reese I saw your heart and Neruda's in this review. Beautiful, simply beautiful.


message 13: by Kim (new) - rated it 5 stars

Kim I haven't seen that movie, K.D. I'm so far behind in films. I will check it out!

Thanks, Reese!!!


Hannah de Anda Everything you said about Pablo was spot-on, right down to his Hitchcockian stature.


message 15: by Kim (new) - rated it 5 stars

Kim Thanks, Hannah. I think I need a Pablo refresher... :)


message 16: by Red (new) - rated it 4 stars

Red well said, adrenaline exit stamina is here to stay from now on


message 17: by Kim (new) - rated it 5 stars

Kim :)


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