It’s the birthday of poet Pablo Neruda (books by this author), born Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto in Parral, Chile (1904).
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HemmingPlay
https://hemmingplay.wordpress.com/about/ More at the link. I remember him. He was sitting in the heat on the dock waiting for the ferry to Okracoke, Island in the Outer Banks, NC. It was probably sometime in '72 or '73. He'd driven nearly 12 hours straight and was so tired he couldn't understand the accents of the natives there. I wonder whatever happened to him? I heard a rumor that he married a skinny Irish girl and they settled down somewhere, had a couple of boys, got old. He put on a few pounds. She's still got the girlish shape that caught his eye all those years ago. He probably still has that shirt, though, and still wishes he looked like this. The idiot.
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July 13, 2016 at 11:29 AM
I’m a Neruda fan. The man understood the essence of beauty.
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July 12, 2016 at 10:07 AM
He’s one of my favorites. Even after I lost touch with most of my other poets, becoming tangled in the dusty webs of academic writing, he stayed. He’s been with me always.
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July 12, 2016 at 10:06 AM
Wow! What a great poem of Pablo Neruda. Forgot the day. Thanks for reminding.
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July 12, 2016 at 9:58 AM
Perfect
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July 12, 2016 at 9:36 AM
Thanks, I REALLY needed that.
Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent
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