Name: 100 Love Sonnets
ISBN: 9781550963878

Rosemary Sullivan

Pablo Neruda

George Elliott Clarke

Gustavo Escobedo

Forty years after Pablo Neruda’s death, this compilation of his sonnets, unlike previous translations, captures the true spirit and verbal dexterity of his lesser-known genre. Pablo Neruda is still one of the most widely read, influential and beloved 20th-century poets. He was a Nobel Laureate, famous for his politically engaged lyrics, who also wrote these bold and sensual sonnets. In this new edition, the poems are followed by three essays on reading Neruda and his poetic effect by the notable poets and translators A. F. Moritz, Beatriz Hausner, and Toronto’s Poet Laureate (2012–2015) George Elliott Clarke, as well as a new afterword by the translator, questions for discussion, and recommended readings.

100 Love Sonnets

Against the backdrop of Isla Negra - the sea and wind, the white sand with its scattering of delicate wild flowers, the hot sun and salty smells of the Pacific - Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda sets these joyfully sensual poems in celebration of his love.

Cien sonetos de amor

O mesmo pela manhã, ainda que de tarde, mas sou de noite. Amo-te como o passar das horas, lentamente e vagarosamente. Sou sol. 

Douglas Rodrigues

it makes me want to fall in love every time i read this. dangerous.

thata

it makes me want to fall in love every time i read this. dangerous.



Selected by a team of poets and prominent Neruda scholars in both Chile and the U.S., this is a definitive selection that draws from the entire breadth and width of Neruda's various styles and themes.

The Essential Neruda

Emily Morgan

I found Neruda because of rap music and magpies. I was sitting on the floor of a local bookstore, running my fingers across the spines of poetry books, picking out ones here and there, as you do. Neruda's name was already familiar to me because it is mentioned in one of my favourite songs, Almost Cut my Hair (for Crosby) by Milo –  "reading Pablo Neruda and feeling small now".  I didn't know at the time why this author made him feel small, but I think I understand now;  "I toil deftly, circling above myself."  When I came across his name at the store I picked out the book, thinking I'd have a quick flick through. As soon as I saw the cover I knew I'd buy it; it's a picture of Pablo, mid-laugh with a magpie sitting on his head. Anyone who knows me knows that I love birds, and magpies have always had a special place in my heart. Now, so does Neruda.

 "...spread like the lunar wave of a just created ocean 
over lands and shorelines tormentedly deserted.

Oh, let what I am keep existing and ceasing to exist,
and let my obedience align itself with such iron conditions
that the quaking of deaths and of births doesn't shake 
the deep place I want to reserve for myself eternally.

Let me, then, be what I am, wherever and in whatever weather,
rooted and certain and ardent witness..."

100 Love Sonnets

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