"Anyone who hasn't been in the Chilean forest doesn't know this planet.
I have come out of that landscape, that mud, that silence, to roam, to go through singing through the world."--Neruda
Pablo Neruda was the greatest poet in any language on the planet in the twentieth century. His Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair would make a fine thing to share with a lover, or future lover. But Neruda could also write out of anger for unjust social conditions, such as for coal miners; he was a senator of Chile and exiled after a speech he made criticizing the government for ignoring the needs of the poor.
This lovely, lyrical picture book biography focuses--since the primary audience is/may be children--
on the childhood of Neruda in Chile, inspired by the poet and his teacher Gabriela Mistral (so it's also a book for librarians and parents and teachers who should be inspired to inspire young people to create.
I also really liked this also beautiful picture book biography of Neruda, Pablo Neruda: Poet of the People by Monica Brown and Julie Paschkis, which I took out of the library with Ray's book, thinking they might be contrasting in some ways, but they complement each other, really. Both are lovely. My only critique of Brown's book is that it didn't get any of Neruda's actual poetry in it, which Ray--I am gratified to report--really does as much as possible.
Poetry
Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age . . . Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.