Happy birthday to sexy devil Pablo Neruda. He didn't look like one of the Spanish World Cup team; he's at a disadvantage, being dead & all. Still...Drunk with Pines is from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair*, beloved by sensitive young men everywhere as a go-to seduction aid. Well, it's true, I'm not criticizing. Worked on me. (*Translated by W.S. Merwin, newly-appointed Poet Laureate in the U.S. )
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love this photo... and your blog... so happy to have found you. have a wonderful week xx pam
Neruda is one author that makes me wish I spoke Spanish, so I could enjoy his poetry in the mother tongue (pun intended).
I kept some of his English translations by my bedside.
So filled with yearning & often unrequited desire...
Happy Birthday, Pablo! Love the photo, by the way.
Love love love Neruda, especially his Odas Elementales. He's one of my favorite poets, really.
RT--thanks. I just went to your site last night & reactivated my beach cottage mania. Gee thanks. (No really:)
Diane--I hear you about the Spanish. It drives me nuts that I'm so deficient. Working on it. And 3 others..Eek.
Angie--it is a great photo...from a blog I want to tell people about but delicate situation. Explanation forthcoming in August.
Mary-Laure--Now YOU are the one we should all be like: Spanish, French, English, Italian, good lord knows what else. You clever woman.
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