Pablo Neruda is a poet who deserves much more recognition than he currently receives. His literary talent is unquestionable, and the desire to learn his native Spanish while living in Buenos Aires is admirable. It is what led to the birth of the Arte Poetica movement, which Neruda continued to nurture and guide throughout his life. Unfortunately, the celebration of Neruda continues to be tainted by the notion that he was a Communist, a fact which he never fully denied, but to overlook the accomplishments of a man as great as Neruda is a misunderstanding of a modern poet who deserves to be appreciated for the talent he possessed, regardless of his ideology.
La Diosa is a poem dedicated to Macchu Picchu, the ruins that Neruda visited while traveling in Peru. Neruda believes he will be able to rest in peace on the grounds of this ancient place of worship. Nevertheless, he tells us that he will never stop walking, never stop writing. Neruda believed that the ancient Incas created the land of the Incas and so he could not be at rest, unless the Incas themselves could rest in peace. And so it was, and so we too, Neruda asks us, can rest in peace, for the journey is a new beginning, not an end. Neruda's use of the vernacular in this poem is reminiscent of the way other poets had written in a previous era.
Untitled is a poem that is contained on the tenth page of the Poems section of the book. The poem is written in the form of a bedtime story, telling the tale of a day on which a little boy finds a book of angels. He talks to the angels as he falls asleep, giving them messages of love, faith, and sorrow. He does not know that he will die soon and that these angels will not come to him again. This poem is part of the theme of why the poet traveled to Peru. He believed that one day the gods would make a place on this earth for him to rest in peace and be able to tell the world that he knew the secret of the world, his sacred secret. This poem is a testament to his love for his father, whose death he had learned of just days before. He could not reconcile himself to the fact that the gods allowed this to happen to his father, as he had been a good man and a wonderful father. Neruda wrote this poem, thinking of his father, who died in a failed suicide attempt after his son had committed a fatal shooting.