World's End
“World’s End, like much Neruda, contains bewildering multitudes. Some poems incite, others console, as the poet—maestro of his own response and impresario of ours—Looks inward and out."—Los Angeles Times\ “We are faced with the unavoidable task of critical communication within a world which is empty and is not less full of injustices, punishments and sufferings because it is empty.”—from Pablo Neruda’s Nobel Prize address\ "This is the first complete English language translation of the late...
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First-ever complete English translation of Pablo Neruda's World's End, presented in bilingual edition.Jack Shreve - Library JournalThis is the first complete English translation of a late work by Neruda, the greatest of Latin American poets, translated by O'Daly, a specialist in Neruda's late and posthumous works. In 1969, Neruda announced that this volume would be a gift to his readers on the occasion of his 65th birthday. It is a mostly bitter book about a "ceaseless" century, with 30-odd agonizing years to go, that has "left us a broken planet/jammed with skeletons." It was a century of failed communication, as "the enemy" lied to us and we lied to our own friends. The ideals of Abraham Lincoln and Walt Whitman were out of reach, and the polarized argued "like two blind men defending/each other's darkness." But at heart Neruda is committed to teaching "classes of light to the earth," so despite dying with every one of the century's senseless deaths, at the end of the day he raises his voice to celebrate the "chroniclers of now," the writers who can right wrongs by taking their inexorable revenge upon the guilty. Highly recommended for poetry and Latin American collections.
\ Library JournalThis is the first complete English translation of a late work by Neruda, the greatest of Latin American poets, translated by O'Daly, a specialist in Neruda's late and posthumous works. In 1969, Neruda announced that this volume would be a gift to his readers on the occasion of his 65th birthday. It is a mostly bitter book about a "ceaseless" century, with 30-odd agonizing years to go, that has "left us a broken planet/jammed with skeletons." It was a century of failed communication, as "the enemy" lied to us and we lied to our own friends. The ideals of Abraham Lincoln and Walt Whitman were out of reach, and the polarized argued "like two blind men defending/each other's darkness." But at heart Neruda is committed to teaching "classes of light to the earth," so despite dying with every one of the century's senseless deaths, at the end of the day he raises his voice to celebrate the "chroniclers of now," the writers who can right wrongs by taking their inexorable revenge upon the guilty. Highly recommended for poetry and Latin American collections.\ —Jack Shreve\ \ \
