Neruda, fluent in the language of the soul & the heart of woman, romanticist, supreme gamster of all life had to offer

From The Captain’s Verses: 

Letter on the Road

Farewell, but you will be
with me, you will go within
a drop of blood circulating in my veins
or Outside, a kiss that burns my Face
or a belt of fire at my waist.
My sweet, accept
the great love that came out of my life
and that in you found no territory
like the explorer lost
in the isles of bread and honey.
I found you after
the storm,
the rain washed the air
and in the water
your sweet feet gleamed like fishes.

Adored one, I am off to my fighting.
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Kipling, & Romani

Gipsy Vans

A Madonna of the Trenches
From “Debits and Credits” (1919-1923)

Unless you come of the gipsy stock

That steals by night and day,

Lock your heart with a double lock

And throw the key away.

Bury it under the blackest stone

Beneath your father’s hearth,

And keep your eyes on your lawful own

And your feet to the proper path.

Then you can stand at your door and mock

When the gipsy vans come through…

For it isn’t right that the Gorgio stock Should live as the Romany do.


Unless you come of the gipsy blood

That takes and never spares,

Bide content with your given good

And follow your own affairs.

Plough and harrow and roll your land,

And sow what ought to be sowed;

But never let loose your heart from your hand,

Nor flitter it down the road!

Then you can thrive on your boughten food

As the gipsy vans come through…

For it isn’t nature the Gorgio blood Should love as the Romany do.


Unless you carry the gipsy eyes

That see but seldom weep,

Keep your head from the naked skies

Or the stars’ll trouble your sleep.

Watch your moon through your window-pane

And take what weather she brews;

But don’t run out in the midnight rain

Nor home in the morning dews.

Then you can huddle and shut your eyes

As the gipsy vans come through…

For it isn’t fitting the Gorgio ryes Should walk as the Romany do.


Unless you come of the gipsy race

That counts all time the same,

Be you careful of Time and Place

And Judgment and Good Name:

Lose your life for to live your life

The way that you ought to do;

And when you are finished,

your God and your wife

And the Gipsies’ll laugh at you!

Then you can rot in your burying place

As the gipsy vans come through…

For it isn’t reason the Gorgio race Should die as the Romany do.

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T.S. Elliot, Beyond “The Wasteland”

                                IL MIGLIOR FABBRO
              I. The Burial of the Dead
  April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.



I cannot praise The Wasteland enough, but I will leave you with the first few lines for now, and, as experience as taught me, April most certainly is the cruellest month. But as Fitzgerald said:

“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”-The Sensible Thing

Please click this LINK:

and read all of TS Elliot’s poetry, but especially:

1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

2. Rhapsody on a Windy Night

3. Portrait of a Lady

4. The Four Quartets

5. Little Gidding


6. Hysteria

Some of his lines from the above selections “which cross and cross across [my] brain” (Rhapsody on a Windy Night):


1: “Do I dare disturb the universe?”

“Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent”

“In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.”

“And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,”

“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;”

“Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?”
  “Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
               That is not it, at all.”
“Do I dare to eat a peach?”

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Baudelaire, “Les fleurs du Mal”

39. ‘I give to you these verses’

I give to you these verses, that, if in

Some future time my name lands happily

To bring brief pleasure to humanity,

The craft supported by a great north wind,


Your memory, like tales from ancient times,

Will bore the reader like a dulcimer,

And by a strange fraternal chain live here

As if suspended in my lofty rhymes.


From deepest pit into the highest sky

Damned being, only I can bear you now.

-O shadow, barely present to the eye,


You lightly step, with a serene regard

On mortal fools who’ve judged you mean and hard-

Angel with eyes of jet, great burnished brow!


39. ‘Je te donne ces vers…’
Je te donne ces vers afin que si mon nom

Aborde heureusement aux époques lointaines,

Et fait rêver un soir les cervelles humaines,

Vaisseau favorisé par un grand aquilon,


Ta mémoire, pareille aux fables incertaines,

Fatigue le lecteur ainsi qu’un tympanon,

Et par un fraternel et mystique chaînon

Reste comme pendue à mes rimes hautaines;


Être maudit à qui; de l’abîme profond

Jusqu’au plus haut du ciel, rien, hors moi, ne répond!

-Ô toi qui, comme une ombre à la trace éphémère,


Foules d’un pied léger et d’un regard serein

Les stupides mortels qui t’ont jugée amère,

Statue aux yeux de jais, grand ange au front d’airain!

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“The Merchant of Venice”


The Mercent of Venice-Shakespeare:


One of my favorite Shakespearian plays, Hamlet is beloved for Hamlet’s sharp wit, visceral melancholy, and famous  “To be or not to be” speech.

Hugues Merle- Hamlet and Ophelia

BUT Poor Ophelia, caught in the arms of Hamlet in her grave, he swearing by forty-thousand brothers, all too late. Like Helena Bonham Carter, I agree that the character of Ophelia is paled to Hamlet certainly, but throughout the entire play as well. Her ‘mad scene’ is as significant to that of Lady Macbeth’s sleepwalking scene, perhaps more subtle, but nonetheless imbued with meaning. Like Macbeth, the audience never witnesses the leading lady’s suicide, and each women’s tragic influence by their male counterparts is rarely acknowledged. Ophelia, driven mad with her father’s murder at the hands of her lover, lost completely without Polonius’ or Laertes’ guidance, devastated by an absent Hamlet’s scorn, on the surface seems to revert back to childhood, wandering the halls of Elsinore, unkept and furtive, singing. However, her song is a vulgar one, a dirge of an unrequited lover.

Ophelia (1889)-John William Waterhouse

Ophelia is known as a naive, obedient child. But she is much more than that. She lived in the shadow of men with loose tongues all her life, and when they left one by one, first her brother, Laertes, then her father, Polonius, and lastly, her lover, Hamlet, she had no way to tell which way was north and which was south, and she lost her way. She was torn between loyalty to her heart, Hamlet, and her blood, Polonius, never having been shown loyalty and love to herself. As the bearer of truth, she is doomed to die, and be ignored, misunderstood, taken advantage of, and under appreciated.


The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark-William Shakespeare-

Hamlet and His Problems by T.S. Elliot-


The Lumineers-“Ophelia”:


  1. Hamlet (1990) directed by Franco Zeffirelli, with Helena Bonham Carter as Ophelia

LINK TO interview with Helena Bonham Carter for Hamlet:

2. Hamlet (1996) directed by Kenneth Branagh who stars as Hamlet. Full adaptation of the play (just under 4 hrs)

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty?

Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.

I was the more deceived.

Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners?

Why “The Lady of Shalott?”

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sir Lancelot. A knight chivalrous, but unabashedly oblivious. He is infamous as a knight of Camelot and lover of King Arthur’s wife Guinevere . If you’re interested I definitely recommend reading Tennyson’s Idylls of the King,Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere as well as watching BBC One’s TV Series Merlin. There is also a scene in L.M. Montgomery’s series Anne of Green Gables where Anne enacts The Lady of Shalott and must be rescued by Gilbert.

“Queen of the Tournament” by Herbert Draper [Guinevere and Lancelot]

In The Lady of Shalott, Sir Lancelot errs again though through no fault of his own. The accursed Lady of Shalott sets eyes on our knight and, overcome at the sight of him, leaves her place at the loom, thus damning herself to die.

I also reccomend the site LIT GENIUS: for trusted annotation of poetry and prose alike.

Go read Tennyson’s The Lady of Shalott   LINK HERE:

 DON’T FEAR THE REAPER (Blue Oyster Cult 1976):
Beneath the moon, the reaper weary
Listening whispers, ‘ ‘Tis the fairy,
       Lady of Shalott.’

‘I am half sick of shadows,’ said

The Lady of Shalott.