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The shortest of short Neruda collections. Three of my favourites here were translated, naturally, by W.S. Merwin: "Walking around" (the salaryman's lament: It happens that I am tired of being a man), the love lyric Tonight I can write the saddest lines, and the thrilling imagery of that poem that starts:

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

The best poems and the best lines have a beauty that is almost liquid... looking over at one's lover in the morning (Stephen Tapscott):

Naked, you are as simple as one of your hands

...or discovering poetry (Alastair Reid):

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.

...or recalling an Adonic Angela (Donald Walsh):

Today I stretched out next to a pure young woman
as if at the shore of a white ocean

...or admiring a beautiful nude (Nate Tarn):

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

...or that most famous of lines from Poem XX:

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Time to bust out Veinte Poemas again...