By Pablo Neruda
Neruda narra, con l. a. inigualable potencia verbal que caracteriza a sus mejores escritos, no sólo los principales episodios de su vida, sino las circunstancias que rodearon l. a. creación de sus poemas más famosos. Magistralmente, el autor expone tanto su concepción del arte y de los angeles poesía cuanto los motivos que le llevaron a defender hasta el ultimate de su vida sus conocidas posiciones políticas. De forma no menos brillante, rememora los angeles figura de algunos amigos: García Lorca, Alberti, Miguel Hernández, Eluard, Aragon y su relación con personajes destacados de los angeles política contemporánea. A este respecto, resulta particularmente emotiva los angeles evocación que cierra este libro de su amigo el presidente Allende escrita a los tres días de su trágica muerte. «El poeta -escribió Neruda- debe ser parcialmente, el cronista de su época.» A lo largo de estas Memorias, Pablo Neruda se mostró como un auténtico cronista y testigo de nuestro tiempo. El presente libro manifiesta una vez más que un poeta es una «conciencia puesta en pie hasta el fin», y los angeles tensión estilística de los angeles prosa de Neruda es equivalente a los angeles tensión expresiva y a los angeles perentoria vigencia y exigencia ethical que caracteriza su obra poética.
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He memorizes his act like a dancer. In time he becomes a master at the semblance Of misinterpretation, mixing the nitwit with the pea tom, Disturbing the boundaries of body and place. He practices Transferring his awareness from behind his face To the pink primrose vase on the etagere. He can't resist Believing in the words of his own fabrications When they are spoken out loud. He becomes more and more proficient. In the midst Of company, he stares out the window at a broad Expanse of snow, contemplating the vacancies of calling Oneself insane.
The essence of alligator will bring forth The murky pool, the persistent odor Of fish bone and water gut. Remember, not only must the roof Of the great ape's domain be structured to withstand The vibrations of his screeching, but the beams Must also be bolstered against the pressure Of the jungle tree which will take root by itself, Spread, push upward to fit exactly The black fingered grip enduring there, The long arms waiting. 56 CoNCEPTS AND THEIR BoDIES (THE BoY IN THE FIELD Alone) Staring at the mud turtle's eye Long enough, he sees concentricity there For the first time, as if it possessed Pupil and iris and oracular lid, As if it grew, forcing its own gene of circularity.
The notion Of the vast will not ignore the arm swinging In motion from the shoulder or the fingers Clasped together in alternation. And when the infant, for the first time, Turns his body over completely, think What an enormous revelation in the brain Must be forced, at that moment, to right itself. 50 THE MAN HIDDEN BEHIND THE DRAPES When I entered the room and turned on the hghts, There were his feet bare beneath the edge Of the drapenes, his tendons flexed, the bony Diamonds of his ankles shadowed If I'd seen His face I might have laughed Remember the naked feet of Chnst seen so often, Washed, kissed, dned m women's hau, Or crossed and bleedmg, pm10ned Like butterfly wmgs 7 When I opened the door, There were his feet below the drapes, as qmet As If they lounged beneath a fme robe Headlights Movmg slowly up the dnve at this pomt Would have fully exposed his nude body m the wmdow, His buttocks tensed, his face turned toward the glare For that moment, then disappeanng agam mto the darkness An artist might have pictured snow on the lawn And a moon and a child lookmg out from the house Across the way, watchmg the figure behmd the glass, The white panes across his back, his hands reachmg For the partmg m the curtams When I entered the room the hght spread fmt In a rectangle straight across the floor to his feet, His toes squeezmg under m a cnppled kmd of gnppmg Someone watchmg from the end of the hall behmd me Would have seen my body framed m the hght of the doorway And beyond me the wall of the drapes Understand the particular axis at which he stood In the visiOn of each different beholder, the multiple Coordmates of hour and posltlon and place comodmg Wtth the gnds of hght and sound and precedmg 51 Interpretations.