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oda al caldillo de congrio



Last monday it was a hundred years ago that pablo neruda was born, the greatest poet chile ever had.

here is one of his poems, with an english translation next to it. don't you agree things get lost in translation? you want to know what it's about so you keep a dictionary at hand, but it's rather frustrating having to look up so many words. and reading the original words aloud - yes you should - even when you're not quite sure how, you feel that they sound more grand, powerful and sexy than in a translated version, which is always going to look somewhat calm and sober, no matter how good it is done.

never mind the subject of this poem. neruda is known for making something special out of the ordinary..


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millionsofsuns
Jul. 14th, 2004 09:28 pm (UTC)
thanks!!!!
very nice....i was introduced to pablo neruda back i H.S. by my creative writing teacher whom loved his work and read often telling the class how words even in another language can be felt and understood in forms yet not known to us.....thanks for sharing....
tamar
Jul. 14th, 2004 09:58 pm (UTC)
Re: thanks!!!!
my parents (used to) have a book of memoirs by neruda. i asked my dad about it last week & he claims he cannot find it! :p
oh and thanks for the rather quick response..
millionsofsuns
Jul. 14th, 2004 10:05 pm (UTC)
Re: thanks!!!!
no prob. i only comment onthose posts that i can realte too, but i do read all posts...and i hope you have luck in finding those memoirs....
1punky4u
Jul. 16th, 2004 12:04 pm (UTC)
I am very impressed that you know Neruda. Very impressed (As with all I learn of you)
tamar
Jul. 17th, 2004 08:07 am (UTC)
my parents always had many books lying around, in different languages. so there was always enough to read. not that i always understood all the words in the beginning.

you just stick around & who knows what else you may discover..
:p
gerbie
Apr. 21st, 2005 03:00 pm (UTC)
Neruda
Nice link. I love Neruda, even though I keep trying to read his poetry in Spanish, which is too complicated to understand for me most of the time. I was in one of his houses this summer, very impressive.
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