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Archive for the Tag 'Pablo Neruda'

Meditation-Introspection &Poetry | 11 Jun 2009

Keeping Quiet

As such reproducing  poem by Neruda, considering the kind of reflective mood,  I find myself presently in. It is also an escape for me to choose  a poem and just meditate on what it is saying and its meaning to us. It is like meditating on a koan ( sort of a riddle to occupy [...]

Life &Poetry | 05 Apr 2009

Gift of poetry

Here is a story about the essential gift of poetry. In an essay called “Childhood and Poetry” Pablo Neruda links an odd event from his boyhood to the affirmative impulses of lyric poetry itself. Neruda grew up in Temuco, a far outpost in southern Chile. He remembers playing in the backyard behind the family house [...]

Poetry | 31 Mar 2009

Stones from the sky

Pablo Neruda, in a nutshell, is an unreasonable proposition: the kernel bursts the shell. Nevertheless, one can do something to describe this kernel. What Neruda has achieved in his writing is community with existence. This sounds simple, and is perhaps our most difficult problem. He himself, in one of his New Elemental Odes, has defined [...]

Poetry | 13 Feb 2009

Love Sonnet

Wish to rejoice this valentine Day, in a today’s arduous times with Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet.. Love is metaphysical gravity ~R. Buckminster Fuller One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure [...]

Life &Poetry | 15 Aug 2008

Too Many Names

Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays and the week with the whole year. Time cannot be cut with your weary scissors, and all the names of the day are washed out by the waters of night. No one can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or Maria, all of us are dust or sand, [...]

Literature &Poetry | 31 Jul 2006

Poetry In Search of Me

“Poetry is like bread,” he wrote. “It should be shared by all, by scholars and peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.” POETRY And it was at that age…Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know [...]