Tuesday, 5 April 2011

pablo Neruda and the eternal poetry,,,,,


When you like poetry you can’t forget Pablo Neruda and his spiritual lovely sensation. Every time you can read a collection of poems of this lovely poet for no one generation (i hope) your can really understand the love sense and of course the romantic soul of one great man. During his life, Pablo Neruda knows a lot of difficulties no more according to his personal life but also for his political ideas. But the grand amount of difficulties play their role to construct this huge romantic and at the same time open-minded spirit. Here there is a little poem but so important for the career of Pablo Neruda.

Als je poëzie als je niet kan vergeten Pablo Neruda en zijn spirituele mooie gewaarwording. Iedere keer dat u kunt lezen een verzameling gedichten van deze prachtige dichter want niemand generatie (hoop ik) je kan echt begrijpen de liefde gevoel en natuurlijk de romantische ziel van een groot man. Tijdens zijn leven, Pablo Neruda weet veel van de problemen niet meer volgens zijn persoonlijke leven, maar ook voor zijn politieke ideeën. Maar de grote hoeveelheid problemen spelen hun rol om dit enorme romantische en tegelijkertijd de bouw van open-minded geest. Hier is er een klein gedicht, maar zo belangrijk voor de carrière van Pablo Neruda.

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.


Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire

i hope really to enjoy and to understand the importance to this poetry.....:)

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