Original poem reprinted online here: "Clenched Soul" by Pablo Neruda Originally read: June 27, 2013 More information about the Poet: Pablo Neruda Each stanza has a sense of turmoil. The push and pull of a relationship that's not really stated, but compared to. With the first stanza, "We have lost even this twilight / No one saw us this evening hand in hand / while the blue night dropped on the world." The setting of the poem starts at the loss of twilight, assuming that's the start of the day. The speaker appropriates this moment to a "we" hand in hand. The last image, "blue night dropped on the world" has foreboding undertone -- somewhat encompassing. "I have seen from my window / the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops." A visual stanza in which, note, the speaker is alone. He is looking out. And "fiesta" here is not my first inclination of a "party." I think the word is more inclined to t...
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