Pablo Neruda A poet whose works are powerful enough to move hearts and change perspectives, despite any barriers that may have gotten in the way. By Caitlin Cavanaugh, Andrea Ricca, and Michael Grant “Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.”-Pablo Neruda Smith, Jacob

July 12, 1904 July 12, 1904 Parral, Chile Parral, Chile Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto Began writing poetry at nine Began writing poetry at nine Background Info

Father did not approve of passion Father did not approve of passion Pablo Neruda Pablo Neruda Moved to Santiago Moved to Santiago Crepusculario Crepusculario Diplomat Diplomat Biography Paperbackswap.com

Biography Caballo verde para la poesía Caballo verde para la poesía Spanish Civil War Spanish Civil War

What Spain Was Like Spain was a taut, dry drum-head Daily beating a dull thud Flatlands and eagle's nest Silence lashed by the storm. How much, to the point of weeping, in my soul I love your hard soil, your poor bread, Your poor people, how much in the deep place Of my being there is still the lost flower Of your wrinkled villages, motionless in time And your metallic meadows Stretched out in the moonlight through the ages, Now devoured by a false god. All your confinement, your animal isolation While you are still conscious Surrounded by the abstract stones of silence, Your rough wine, your smooth wine Your violent and dangerous vineyards. Solar stone, pure among the regions Of the world, Spain streaked With blood and metal, blue and victorious Proletarian Spain, made of petals and bullets Unique, alive, asleep - resounding.

Biography Mexico Mexico Senate and Communism Senate and Communism Hiding Hiding

Back in Chile Back in Chile Matilde Urrutia Matilde Urrutia Awards Awards Leukemia Leukemia On September 23, 1973, Pablo Neruda died in Santiago Chile. On September 23, 1973, Pablo Neruda died in Santiago Chile. Biography “Pablo and Matilde”

Love, We’re Going Home Now Love, we're going home now, Where the vines clamber over the trellis: Even before you, the summer will arrive, On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom. Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world: Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey: Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old Old patience, dividing the day from the night. And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea Like two blind birds to their wall, To their nest in a distant spring: Because love cannot always fly without resting, Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea: Our kisses head back home where they belong.

Natural elements/ Natural elements/ references to nature Love Love Passion Passion Loneliness Loneliness Neruda’s Style Exploremontana.net

Odes Odes Repetition Repetition Single words Single words Neruda’s Style “turtle plated with severe amber scales” “The graceful Olives Polished By the hands” “Come See the blood along the streets Come see”

Literary Criticism Some considered a portion of his work as not even poetry but “rhetoric propaganda” Some considered a portion of his work as not even poetry but “rhetoric propaganda” Called the “Lorca or Alberti of Spanish America” Called the “Lorca or Alberti of Spanish America” He wrote “like breathing” but his style transformed over many years He wrote “like breathing” but his style transformed over many years Wrote “impure poetry” (a term which he coined) Wrote “impure poetry” (a term which he coined) An “obscure name” in the United States An “obscure name” in the United States “Jumble of quality and perversity” “Jumble of quality and perversity”

We Agree A fair percent of his poems were “rhetoric and propaganda” A fair percent of his poems were “rhetoric and propaganda” He was the “Lorca or Alberti of Spanish America” He was the “Lorca or Alberti of Spanish America” Died with a high-volume of poems and transformation of style Died with a high-volume of poems and transformation of style He wrote “impure poetry” He wrote “impure poetry” “Jumble of quality and perversity” “Jumble of quality and perversity”

The White Man’s Burden “ Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent ” One of his most outward poems about his political beliefs but still metaphorical

We Disagree An “obscure” name in the United States An “obscure” name in the United States Smith, Jacob

To Wrap Things Up… Neruda has proven that the drive for success can be strong enough to knock down any walls that may be in the way Neruda has proven that the drive for success can be strong enough to knock down any walls that may be in the way He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1971 He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1971 He died at 69 years old and with all his work collected together; in published form the book had well over 3000 pages He died at 69 years old and with all his work collected together; in published form the book had well over 3000 pages

Works Cited “Crepusculario”. Paperbackswap.com. < Neruda/book/ “Pablo and Matilde”. Extravagaria.org. < Smith, Jacob. “Neruda at Isla Negra”. Poets.org. < Smith, Jacob. “Neruda in Contemplation”. Poets.org. < “The Mountain Scene”. Exploremontana..net.< eldesvandemislibris.blogspot.com. eldesvandemislibris.blogspot.com.