Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Walking Around - Poem by Pablo Neruda

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
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Comments about Walking Around by Pablo Neruda

  • Florence L Chhangte (2/19/2016 5:46:00 AM)


    Reading this poem brings Prufrock into mind (Report) Reply

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  • (2/22/2008 7:16:00 PM)


    amazingly this man belives in the spontaneous sense of inspiration but in his work like this one, adding coherence in a random manne, r express the unavoidable talent he possesses with the manipulation of words to create imagery with even the flow of words, ignoring the sensory details of the meaning of the words
    this is one of my favorite poems hes written: D
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    Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/5/2016 3:36:00 PM)

    Very nice comment.

  • (5/30/2007 6:53:00 PM)


    eerily beautiful i love this poem. it almost ginsberg-esque, the crude loose imagery. it's amazing the darkness and the harshness. etching at the raw figure of humanity and tearing his soul into shards of insanity he breaths into the world the stifling hotness mirroring around and laying to rest in complete helplessness. i can't save the last weeping tune of loneliness because we humans we foes we lovers must scratch the bitter ends and read infinite syllables of painful, sinful, lustful, repulsive starry confusion. (Report) Reply

  • (5/27/2005 5:37:00 PM)


    wow........................................................... (Report) Reply








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