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What Spain Was Like

Rating: 2.8

Spain was a taut, dry drum-head
Daily beating a dull thud
Flatlands and eagle's nest
Silence lashed by the storm.
How much, to the point of weeping, in my soul
I love your hard soil, your poor bread,
Your poor people, how much in the deep place
Of my being there is still the lost flower
Of your wrinkled villages, motionless in time
And your metallic meadows

Stretched out in the moonlight through the ages,
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 17 November 2015

I just traveled Spain - he loves Spain like he loves women- -intimately and to the depth of the soul

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Sally Plumb Plumb 01 October 2010

A man who knew and loved his country.

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Max Carter-Mazak 05 August 2018

He isn't even Spanish but yep

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Dr Antony Theodore 19 June 2020

With blood and metal, blue and victorious Proletarian Spain, made of petals and bullets Unique, alive, asleep - resounding. very fine poem. tony

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Hebert Logerie Sr. 10 January 2020

Pablo Neruba was a poet, a diplomat from Chile, who opposed the dictator, crazy Pinochet.

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Hebert Logerie Sr. 10 January 2020

Poets, Do No Give Up Poets, do not give up Whatever you write Whatever you spit out A genius will be up To it somewhere. Someone Will understand the tone Of your voice, the hieroglyph Of your thoughts and the myth Of your vision and your wit P.S. In memory of the great Poet Pablo Neruba. Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections. Http: //.poemhunter/hebert-logerie

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Dominic Windram 10 January 2020

Neruda employs stunning surreal imagery to describe the duelling natures of the Spanish Civil War.

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Denis Mair 10 January 2020

Thanks for your concise, excellent interpretation.

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Mahtab Bangalee 10 January 2020

Proletarian Spain, made of petals and bullets Unique, alive, asleep - resounding.../// wondering me

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