By Pablo Neruda
The main finished English-language choice of paintings ever via "the maximum poet of the 20 th century-in any language" (Gabriel García Márquez)
In his paintings a continent awakens to consciousness," wrote the Swedish Academy in awarding the Nobel Prize to Pablo Neruda, writer of greater than thirty-five books of poetry and one among Latin America's such a lot respected writers and political figures-a dependable member of the Communist celebration, a lifelong diplomat and onetime senator, a guy lionized in the course of his lifetime as "the people's poet."
Born Neftali Basoalto, Neruda followed his pen identify in worry of his family's disapproval, and but by way of the age of twenty-five he was once already well-known for the publication Twenty Love Poems and a tune of melancholy, which continues to be his such a lot cherished. through the subsequent fifty years, a possible boundless metaphorical language associated his romantic fantasies and the fierce ethical and political compass-exemplified in books similar to Canto General-that made him an adamant champion of the glory of normal males and women.
Edited and with an advent through Ilan Stavans, this can be the main entire single-volume choice of this prolific poet's paintings in English. the following the best translations of approximately 600 poems by means of Neruda are gathered and sign up for specifically commissioned new translations that attest to Neruda's still-resounding presence in American letters.
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And you will find your heaven with me in a hut, If the tower and palace were taken! 1969 *** Я не люблю фатального исхода, От жизни никогда не устаю. Я не люблю любое время года, Когда веселых песен не пою. Я не люблю холодного цинизма, В восторженность не верю, и еще - Когда чужой мои читает письма, Заглядывая мне через плечо. Я не люблю, когда наполовину Или когда прервали разговор. Я не люблю, когда стреляют в спину, Я также против выстрелов в упор. Я ненавижу сплетни в виде версий, Червей сомненья, почестей иглу, Или - когда все время против шерсти, Или - когда железом по стеклу.
1965 Прощание Корабли постоят и ложатся на курс, Но они возвращаются сквозь непогоды. Не пройдет и полгода - и я появлюсь, Чтобы снова уйти, чтобы снова уйти на полгода. Возвращаются все, кроме лучших друзей, Кроме самых любимых и преданных женщин. Возвращаются все, - кроме тех, кто нужней. Я не верю судьбе, я не верю судьбе, а себе - еще меньше. Но мне хочется думать, что это не так, - Что сжигать корабли скоро выйдет из моды. Я, конечно, вернусь, весь в друзьях и мечтах. Я, конечно, спою, я, конечно, спою, - не пройдет и полгода.
1969 О фатальных датах и цифрах Поэтам и прочим, но больше - поэтам Кто кончил жизнь трагически - тот истинный поэт, А если в точный срок - так в полной мере. На цифре 26 один шагнул под пистолет, Другой же - в петлю слазил в "Англетере". А в тридцать три Христу... ) Но - гвозди ему в руки, чтоб чего не сотворил, Чтоб не писал и ни о чем не думал. С меня при цифре 37 в момент слетает хмель. Вот и сейчас как холодом подуло: Под эту цифру Пушкин подгадал себе дуэль И Маяковский лег виском на дуло.