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In honor of Pablo Neruda – my favorite poet. Some of the most romantic poems I’ve ever read are written by him. Neruda wrote in a variety of styles such as erotically charged love poems as in his collection Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair, surrealist poems, historical epics, and overtly political manifestos. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez once called him “the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language.” Neruda always wrote in green ink as it was his personal color of hope.

Neruda was hospitalized with CANCER at the time of the Chilean coup d’état led by Augusto Pinochet. Three days after being hospitalized, Neruda died of heart failure. Already a legend in life, Neruda’s death reverberated around the world. Pinochet had denied permission to transform Neruda’s funeral into a public event. However, thousands of grieving Chileans disobeyed the curfew and crowded the streets.

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

Pablo Neruda (1904-1963)

RIP!

 

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Do you dislike POETRY? Maybe you are afraid of falling in LOVE!

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Poetry is an expressive, rhythmic literary work or verse. Writing and reading love poetry is a way to get in touch with your inner feelings about the emotions of loving and being loved. Love poetry spans emotions from hate and despair to admiration and adulation. The misconception about it is that Love poetry is not only for “lovers” but speaks to anyone who has experienced the desire to be loved… that is it speaks to everyone. Happy or Sad. It is an outward reflection of the battle of emotions. We feel it, we peel it and then we release our thoughts, through words either spoken or written.

Each and every one of us is a poet. Our mode of expression and choice of words is what sets us apart. We are pregnant with build-up unexpressive emotions and so afraid of delivering what we have inside.

Poetry-unspoken is born when we hear the first cry of a new baby, when we give that adoring and compassionate look at someone we love, when flowers bloom and we are brave enough to smell them, when the sound of birds chirping away become a melody, when aroma from grandma’s kitchen reminds you of endurance, when lingering perfume of a lover arrests your attention, when pictures of a departed loved one inspire you to win a cause, It is a sign of love that is as clear as when you look into a mirror, and as an image that exposes your feelings. It comes to you because you’re merely being you. Sometime, even the expression surpasses your imagination.

So, over the weekend while still in my: I LOVE NY mode – in the center of Manhattan, I dragged my entire family to come experience the beauty of poetry on Broadway. We decided to spend some time with the cast of a Shakespeare production in Central Park.

Shakespeare in the Park is the cornerstone series of the New York City theatrical producing organization known as the Public Theater and happens every summer at the outdoor Delacorte Theater in Central Park. Not sure if it made much sense to them, but I was intrigued because it reminded me of one of the things I found fascinating 20 years ago while still dating my husband – ‘He knew all about the Shakespeare collection which we borrowed from his Dad’s library. Awesome!

Unlike my children who were so excited walking the paths of the movies; ELF, Enchanted and Home Alone in the park – I couldn’t contain my excitement at the thoughts of having a whole park filled with people who just love good old poetry! I particularly enjoyed The Dairy, Literary Walk, Sheep Meadow, Tavern on the Green and Strawberry Fields of John Lennon.

Our expression about life is poetry itself. It either will be read out aloud for others to listen to, or it will be locked up inside our hearts and forgotten like every others before it. Poetry is lofty thought or impassioned feeling expressed in imaginative words.

Today, I am encouraging someone – Like in Hemingway’s book “The Old Man and the Sea” The man had disappeared behind the mannerism, the artist behind the artifice, and all that was left was a coldly flawless facade of words.” That we are able to use our spoken or written words to help transport our intention in life. Not to hold back because of fear of being hurt again, fear of falling or fear of failing – Let it out! Express yourself through poetry. It is okay to fall in love, again.

May God help us all!

Yinka.

 

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