Love abounds in poetry and spring, so the theme of today’s post is romantic poetry. “Romance poetry” has become synonymous with love, passion, intimacy, yearning, loneliness, and sometimes insanity.
Celebrating National Poetry Month in spring is appropo. After all, “spring fever,” that biological phenomenon makes its appearance during this month.
“There’s an illness that has been documented by poets for centuries. Its symptoms include a flushed face, increased heart rate, appetite loss, restlessness and daydreaming. It’s spring fever, that wonderfully amorphous disease we all recognize come April and May.” (Scientific American)
Whether this phenomenon is fact or fiction is still a little fuzzy, but we all know that the days get warmer, we have more sunlight for longer hours, and our mood generally improves.
During week two of National Poetry Month I chose two of my favorite poems by Pablo Neruda, the Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet who was called the Picasso of Poetry–an apt description of words as art.
A poem is a beautiful vehicle to express the intimacy of love. The particular arrangement of words allows us to feel emotion more fully, often in one intimate line. Neruda’s poems are especially evocative of intimacy.
Love Sonnet XI
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.