pablo neruda

5. 13 Little Blue Envelopes, Maureen Johnson Here’s one of those, how do you say, guilty pleasures. I first read this book
Poet and editor Matthew Zapruder says poetry doesn’t have to be so inaccessible.
Thank god that's not the case. It is a tribute to the translation that Odio's version--so resonant and passionate in Spanish
We all need help maintaining our personal spiritual practice. We hope that these Daily Meditations, prayers and mindful awareness
The Nobel prize-winning poet was a leftist politician and close friend of Marxist President Allende, who committed suicide rather than surrendered troops to Gen. Pinochet.
By Ai Weiwei My father, Ai Qing, was an early influence of mine. He was a true poet, viewing all subjects through an innocent
Nothing beats the feeling of finally understanding what the poet means, especially when you can think of it in the context of your own life.
I had a chance to catch up with Lemper, who took a break from another recording session to talk about her passion for this latest project and excitement for the upcoming performances at 54 Below.
Their team didn't make the finals, or even the semifinals, but there was something about his performance, his intenseness, his citing Emily Dickinson with grit. The clip was so short, just a few words; no one would even know that he was performing Emily Dickinson...but I would know.
Pablo Neruda, renowned Chilean poet, was known for his beautiful love poems. In honor of his birthday, July 12, here are
We don't have to be perfect saints or know every answer to every question to begin working for a more just world. We can be wounded or hesitant ourselves, sometimes profoundly so.
Is the biggest hurdle on climate change outright denial? Or is it the sense that of being overwhelmed and too late, that there's nothing we can do?
When asked if I am pessimistic or optimistic about the future, my answer is always the same: If you look at the science about
"What do you write about?" I'm often asked. The answer, um, is I, uh, write about myself, which automatically puts me in the company of Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, and others who exude the belief that their lives are of inherent interest to others.
Valparaiso explodes in brilliant, luminous, and pastel colors everywhere you turn. The buildings. The worker's clothes. The street art. The garage doors. The skyline as the sun falls in the late afternoon.
If there was ever any shred of a doubt that Pablo Neruda, nee Neftalí Ricardo Reyes, lived an epic, fantastical life, it can be permanently eradicated by visiting La Chascona in Santiago's Bellavista neighborhood.
This is not road cycling. Nor mountain climbing. Nor space travel. It is immersion in the ocean. There is a life force that imbues the spirit. The imagination is taken back through all the evolution of mankind, back to when we were all swimmers, not land beasts.