Neruda

I am not a poet, nor have I really appreciated poetry. Poetry always seemed to contrived to me, people writing to fit a specific form, a specific meter. I could never stand studying it in high school, Robert Frost annoyed me to no end. I once heard someone say that poetry is a young man’s game. I could not disagree more. In college, I read ‘Leaves of Grass’ for the first time, and some stanzas here or there made sense to me. I still didn’t regard poetry as a literary pursuit. Yes, there were the epics like ‘The Odyssey’ which were myths in a specific form. I used to write haikus because I thought they were hilarious and incredibly easy to write.

That all changed when I read the poetry of Pablo Neruda.

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