tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438008.post116152443221518197..comments2023-10-25T10:47:16.736-04:00Comments on Indigo Bubbles: Il Postino, Pablo and PoetryAshinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17634270926867263175noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438008.post-38004471129096398782006-12-07T23:40:00.000-05:002006-12-07T23:40:00.000-05:00i was googling for the complete il postino poems a...i was googling for the complete il postino poems and i bumped into your blog and i liked what i was reading... basically because i'm a neruda fan and also dabble with poetry myself and i learned quite a bit from your disccussions... =)iamlizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05133318739044013493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438008.post-13463715519015028122006-10-31T09:59:00.000-05:002006-10-31T09:59:00.000-05:00See, with poetry you can't say there's one way to ...See, with poetry you can't say there's one way to look at something. The author had an intent, the reader has an intent. Everyone will read something differently. I always remember how I wrote a poem about eating a pineapple, and people thought I was talking about life, childbirth or jibberish. <br /><br />See, with "lamp dyes" you went black with ashes.. I thought of white light, a glow that Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438008.post-33752491866005751792006-10-30T23:53:00.000-05:002006-10-30T23:53:00.000-05:00Very interesting. Rabindranath Tagore sounds like ...Very interesting. Rabindranath Tagore sounds like someone I should be knowing very well by now but sadly I don't. I should sit with my 11 year old niece and brush up a few things.<br /><br />Either way, I searched for meanings for the word "dyed." The meaning is the one we all know, "to impart color."<br /><br /># So, probably, when the lamp burns, it gives a black color remember? So the soul is Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438008.post-16955542305648532452006-10-30T22:50:00.000-05:002006-10-30T22:50:00.000-05:00Prop,
I'm glad you asked your questions because
1...Prop,<br />I'm glad you asked your questions because <br />1. When you ask, you learn something.<br />2. When you ask, I learn something. <br /><br />First of all, these are translated from Spanish. So, I thought maybe there was a better translation out there to explain "your plunder stills your nocturnal regard". (BTW, I have an image of the woman searching his face at night, perhaps lying face Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438008.post-1162055058382397772006-10-28T13:04:00.000-04:002006-10-28T13:04:00.000-04:00My squirrely brain cannot comprehend heavy poetry;...My squirrely brain cannot comprehend heavy poetry; what do the following lines mean?<BR/><BR/># The lamp of my soul dyes your feet.<BR/><BR/># Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder<BR/>stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.<BR/><BR/>I may be not be able to fully comprehend the following but it sounds beautiful<BR/><BR/># My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438008.post-1161712288747655432006-10-24T13:51:00.000-04:002006-10-24T13:51:00.000-04:00:) Beautiful thoughts A. I liked the pomes. One wo...:) Beautiful thoughts A. I liked the pomes. <BR/><BR/>One word though, I hope you are sparing some love for the hubby dear and not doling out all to the lil A :))<BR/><BR/>He is also part of the team, remember :DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com