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Tonight I Write the Saddest Lines

Just a nostalgia from high school years, where Pablo Neruda’s poem “Tonight I Write the Saddest Lines” was one of the reading assignments in my English class. 89 more words

A reply to sonnet 17

Our love’s not horticultural. It’s not about
flora – roses, carnations – or geology.
There’s no mystery to our love; other than why
we persist with something as unhealthy as this. 155 more words


Pablo Neruda: Soneto II

AMOR, quantos caminhos até chegar a um beijo,
que solidão errante até a tua companhia!
Seguem os trens sozinhos rodando com a chuva.
Em Taltal não amanhece ainda a primavera. 76 more words


Rejecting Solipsism

In a world so conveniently organised
there is no need for charm or chat-up lines,
all the young have to do is swipe
and rate their lives on the number of likes. 226 more words


MTB - Neruda and the free verse sonnet

We are all poets and we know what a sonnet is. Don’t we?

Everyone knows that a sonnet rhymes, and there are rhyme schemes.
Everyone knows that a sonnet is written in meter. 344 more words


Strong Wings

My neighbor stops by while I’m weeding my kale seedlings, asking what’s this? and this? and then stands where mulched blueberry plants edge up against a wild spread of field, heading down the back hill. 57 more words


Perhaps not to be

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light 
like a blue flower, without your passing  83 more words