I don't understand duende the way Tere does, but this seems to me to be as good a definition of it as any:
The Spanish poet Federico García Lorca said of Neruda that he was ‘a poet closer to death than to philosophy, closer to pain than to insight, closer to blood than to ink. A poet filled with mysterious voices that fortunately he himself does not know how to decipher.’
I enjoyed the three poems, found them all moving.
Sep/19/2013, 3:04 pm
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