Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

people always have a say about how to water your garden...what flower to plant.... leaving their own gardens uncatered.
this poem shows depth of love...that chooses, notwithstanding faults and grave pasts...... it is a beautiful poem
nothing hopelessly petrarchan..or metaphysical.... but a genuine poem.

SEE...This is why Neruda is my favorite poet of 'all time'...


And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.

Love requires no explanation. Quite right!

Pablo Neruda...what a great poem you left for your readers so long ago.The last lines are really emotional.I say... love takes nothing, it leaves pains.....

About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.

Thats a beautiful stanza

love is contagious and continous....you never get to know wen it starts...n you can never make it stop...i loved the last paras...lovely work.

Wow, what a cool poem, especially the last paragraph - a magnificent ending! Love should be personal, and it's value and depth not influenced and touched by a cruel world...

The last paragraph, My god the voice of the master of emotion, i feel his work sometimes so heavily that it makes me cry with joy that there once a man alive not afraid to write the truth of true love, so never relenting in the mind in the beholder yet so fleeting.

He knew no fear,

Dee

I love you Pablo Neruda. Bless me from your invincible heights.