Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

A Lemon


Out of lemon flowers
loosed
on the moonlight, love's
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  • Colleen Courtney (6/7/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    An interesting write. Amazing imagery he uses to describe a lemon. Can almost see, smell and taste its acidic juiciness! (Report) Reply

  • Luke Johnson (12/15/2009 6:01:00 PM)

    Pablo Neruda is a sexualized version of William Williams. There is nothing difficult about his poetry. The beauty is in his ability to take the mundane and make it near super natural. I don't know how Pankaj does not understand this work. Neruda is easily a top twenty poet of all time. (Report) Reply

  • Phillip Sawatzky (10/23/2009 2:05:00 AM)

    Most of the people here recognize brilliance and citrus essence, the others are locked into
    restricting their associations and sense of word play, and are definitely Constipated. (Report) Reply

  • Pankaj Saksena (10/10/2009 3:46:00 PM)

    First, I don't much understand the poem. Second, why does Neruda have to put sexual references in every of his poetic work? (Report) Reply

  • Pink Poozle (4/12/2009 3:42:00 AM)

    Its ok, your other poems like 'A dogs Dead' is better. Tremedously thoughtful! You could be a writer when your older! Your really good! I have gave you a 8. Its a pretty good poem! Even though I am a short term writer. I have had a book published before, with one of my poems wrote in it! You could do that! Thats how good I think you are! Its just this poem that I dont like very much, but your others are amazingly fantastic! Congratulations!
    P.S: The one a bout The Dog brought tears to my eyes!
    You are a wonderous writer!
    From
    Amy Gibbs (Report) Reply

  • Rohan R (7/27/2008 9:36:00 AM)

    Assosciation of a lemon with realities of life and earth.
    Great poet of all times (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (7/1/2006 3:38:00 AM)

    love this:

    creation's
    original juices,
    irreducible, changeless,
    alive:

    may i add:

    creation's juices
    irisistible
    blinding us
    to the core (Report) Reply

  • Simon Zonenblick (2/27/2006 1:20:00 PM)

    His continual fascination with interiors suggests the search for roots and essences that characterize so much of Neruda's great work. Here, the imagery of cathedrals, for example, adds a weighty, religious significance, as well as overtones of design and purpose. The alternation of these Godly images with mention of topazes and crystals, as well as emphasizing the earthy significance of the fruit, not only provides us with beautiful poetry, but embodies the heart of this great poet's literary power and legacy. (Report) Reply

  • Indiana Pehlivanova (2/26/2006 10:26:00 AM)

    I like this poem because it really makes me think of a lemon. He is giving to a simple fruit so much imagery, so we can picture it different than ussual! He is a great poet, I like all of his poem (almost) (Report) Reply

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