Frankly, if I have to read the word “el pecho” one more time I’ll explode. I think the word “breast” made it into every single one of these poems. Same goes for “amor mío” — it gets tired very quickly.
This books kind of reminds me of song of songs from the Bible. It’s very passionate and romantic with some really beautiful images. i loved it until the last 20 pages where i started to feel like the love described was conditional and that the partner being written about was sanctified by the fact that she was loved by the speaker. Of course, that’s to do with the content, which isn’t nearly as important as how it’s written. just didn’t leave a good taste in my mouth. I feel like i’ve met this man before and im not a fan. however, i absolutely loved the writing and translation. Neruda is a good poet. good guy? no clue. but id definitely recommend this book. especially if someone wants to read some love poetry that doesn’t make them cringe and feels pretty pure.
Some really beautiful poems in this, absolutely love ‘Your feet’ and ‘If you forget me’. He does however mention breasts way too much, definitely a boob guy!