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Melissa Rodriguez
(10/26/2009 10:41:00 PM) |
Es 'She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.'
me fascina como es directo con lo que trata de decir que es facil identificarse con el poema.
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Jeremiah Jan Agustin
(10/23/2009 6:33:00 AM) |
pablo is one of the great poets in the entire world. this poem is his best!
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Patricia Murphy
(6/28/2009 8:14:00 AM) |
This has been a favorite for a long while..I would also ask that the words be correct. Anoters She will be anothers...Her Voice
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Hannah Hampson
(11/2/2008 11:34:00 AM) |
I love this poem, and reading it's a very inspiring poem to me. Could I just ask that whoever put it up is careful with their typing, 'soul' is spelt 'sould'. I know it's picky, but please it's something I would really appreciate. Cheers.
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Mimzy Sue
(10/9/2008 12:55:00 AM) |
'I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long', this is a very sad and touching poem i've ever read for a very very long time, it'l be in my fav. poem list,10+++++
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Georgia Van Raalte
(9/9/2008 1:55:00 PM) |
these lines make me weep
there is truly nothing more perfect than the poetry of pablo nerudo
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Thuraya Hamad
(2/4/2008 3:32:00 PM) |
' I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her'
you couldn't possibly be more beautiful Pablo
it's heartbreaking indeed to feel again the intensity of loss
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Fabian Montes
(1/27/2008 2:12:00 AM) |
Maestro Neruda hablas del corazon, Tonight I am those saddest lines you write, as my wife is slowly divorcing me today........... O how it hurts.............. O how it hurts............. You speak through your poetry to us forever and ever gracias.. Maestro
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Wesley Gibbings
(12/22/2007 9:55:00 PM) |
Neruda is, by far, the greatest poet of the 20th Century. 'Tonight... ' is one of his most beautiful poems.
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Kentucky Refugee
(12/16/2007 12:23:00 PM) |
Neruda has masterfully evoked the bone chilling longing of an absent deep love. The ache that lies somewhere between the shoulder blades and the xyphoid process is the physical manifestation of a hole in the soul. The ambivalence of moving along a path that does not include the beloved, for whatever reason, would take paragraphs of prose, but is perfectly drawn in this poem. A 10!
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