An Ode To Pablo N eruda. Will Robinson, Alex Jacobs, Brad Theiss. Patterns Of His Work. Themes: Love/Romance Natural Environment Politics/Surrealism. Style: Repetition Short, organized stanzas “An Ode to…”. Language: -- Spanish Dialect -- Imagery -- Similes/Metaphors
An Ode To Pablo Neruda
Will Robinson, Alex Jacobs, Brad Theiss
ODA PARA PLANCHAR
sale del aguaenvuelta en gotas,
se arruga, y se amontona,
hay que extender la piel de esteplaneta,
hay queplanchar el mar de sublancura
y van y van lasmanos,
se alisanlassangradas superficies
y asi se hacenlascosas:
lasmanoshacencadadia el mundo,
se une el fuego al acero,
llegan el lino, el lienzo, y el tocuyo
del combate de laslavanderias
y nace del la luzunapaloma:
la castidadregresa de la espuma.
AN ODE FOR IRONING
Poetry is white: it comes out of the water covered with drops,it wrinkles and piles up in heaps.We must spread out the whole skin of this planet,iron the white of the ocean:The hands go on moving,smoothing the sanctified surfaces,bringing all things to pass.Hands fashion each day of the world,fire is wedded to steel,the linens, the canvas, coarse cottons, emergefrom the waters of the washerwomen;a dove is born from the lightand chastity rearises from the foam.
Stand Up For Me
No one would like
more than I to say
on the pillow where your eyelids
try to shut out the world for me.
There too I would like
to let my blood sleep
surrounding your sweetness.
But stand up,
you, stand up,
but stand up for me
and let us go off together
to fight face to face
against the devil’s webs,
against the system that distributes hunger,
against organized misery.
and you, my star, next to me,
newborn from my own clay,
you will have found the hidden spring
and in the midst of the fire you will be
next to me,
with your wild eyes,
raising my flag.
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 dayI hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.I hunger for your sleek laugh,your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,hunting for you, for your hot heart,like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
-Residencia en latierra(1933)
-España en el Corazón (1937)
-Canto General (1950)
-ObrasCompletas (1951, 1962)
“El amores tan corto, olvidarsees tan largo”
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”