Ask Pablo Neruda s Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair .

The book Neruda is not only praising love, but also sex. Fate destined the work to face the reader with a more poetic and rhythmic title, because it is indeed not a collection of poems about sex, but a collection of poems that blend sex and love, and this is the true charm of the poem, because it is closer to the essence of the relationship between a man and a woman. <

Twenty Love Poems and One.

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair both inherited the tradition of Spanish national poetry and was influenced by French modernist poetry such as Baudelaire;

It not only absorbed the characteristics of Chilean national poetry, but also found its favorite form from Whitman's creation. His poems express his ideals and hopes with strong feelings, rich imagination and vocabulary, and are deeply loved by young readers.

You play with the light of the universe every day.

Shrewd female guest, you come with flowers and flowing water.

You beat the cute little white flower in my palm.

Every day I have to hold a bouquet of flowers in my hand.

Ever since I fell in love with you, you've been different.

Let me help you lie in the yellow garland.

Who is using a smoky font.

Write your name among the stars of the south?

Ah, let me tell you what you were like at that time, because you didn't know the world yet.

Suddenly, the wind howled, pounding on my closed window.

The sky is a net full of gloomy fish.

All kinds of winds are produced here, all winds.

Yu'er took off her clothes.

The birds fled.

Wind, wind. I can only fight against the power of humanity.

The wind piled up black dead leaves.

Blew away the boat that was tied to the sky last night.

You are here. Ah, you didn't run away!

You want me, until the last call sign.

My brother was beside me, as if he was really scared.

But a shadow flashes through your eyes.

Now, now, be careful, you've brought honeysuckle flowers, and even your breasts have a refreshing scent.

Just as the bitter wind chases a flock of butterflies, I love you, and my joy bites your cherry-like lips.

It's a good thing I didn't get you used to my life, my rough and lonely heart, my name that everyone avoids, otherwise how much pain it would have caused you.

You and I have seen the Daystar countless times, and we have kissed each other with envy burning on one side, and we have seen the dawn hovering like a fan above our heads countless times.

My words are like raindrops caressing you and spilling over your body.

I've long fallen in love with your pearly jade body.

Even I think you are the mistress of the universe.

I will pluck you from the mountains the flowers of joy, the trumpet vines, the brown hazelnuts, the baskets of wild vines full of kisses.

I'm going to do it on you.

Things to do in the cherry trees in the spring.