Neruda (Pablo Larraín, 2016)

The same stages as my life

My poetry has passed through the same stages as my life; from a solitary childhood and an adolescence cornered in distant, isolated countries, I set out to make myself a part of the great human multitude. My life matured, and that is all. It was in the style of the last century for poets to be tormented melancholiacs. But there can be poets who know life, who know its problems, and who survive by crossing through the currents. And who pass through sadness to plenitude.

Pablo Neruda em entrevista à Paris Review.

Adonic Angela de Pablo Neruda, lido por Willem Dafoe

Legenda: Today I stretched out next/to a pure young woman/as if at the shore of a white ocean,/as if at the centre of a burning star/of slow space.//From her lengthily green gaze/the light fell like dry water,/in transparent and deep circles/of fresh force.//Her bosom like a two flamed fire/burned raised in two regions,/and in a double river reached/her large, clear feet.//A climate of gold scarcely ripened/the diurnal length of her body/filling it with extended fruit/sand hidden fire.//
O poema é lido numa cena de Il Postino (1994).