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Book Review: Poemas Esenciales, Juan Ramón Jiménez

My favorite poem of the book:

Destino ruin; si tu fueses // Cursed fate; if you were un hombre y se te pudiera // a man and one could buscar, igual que al león // hunt you, like the lion más terrible, por la tierra. // most fearsome, through the Earth

My Ful Review:

The only previous work I've read from Juan Ramón Jimenez is "Platero y Yo", about a kid and his donkey. It's been a while since I read it, but I can clearly trace the same wonder and curiosity of childhoodness in the poems included in this selection.

The author's verses are sweet and short, candid and full to the brim with the same eagerness to discover new things, marveling at the beauty of nature mostly.

That same childhood wonder though is also responsible for the erratic train of thought of the author, jumping from theme to theme with apparently no rhyme or reason, resulting in a aeries of poems with a very thin connection between them.

All in all, I liked his poetry, which seemed to mature in themes alongside the author.

My other 2024 readings.

Book Review: And then there were none, Agatha Christie

My favorite quote of the book:

I longed to commit such a mysterious crime, no one would be able to solve it. But now I realize that art is not enough for the artists, they wish the glory too. So do I, I must confess humbly, I feel the human wish of letting my peers know of my wit.

Pending review, I'll revisit eventualy, it's a quite fascinating novel, catching your attention from the prologue already.

My other 2024 readings

"How long have I stared at you

without looking at you, in the image

exact and unreachable

betraying you in the mirror!

'Kiss me', you say. I kiss you,

and while I kiss you I think

in how cold would they be

your lips in the mirror.

'All my soul for you',

you murmur, but in the chest

I feel a void that only

will be filled by that soul

that you won't give to me.

The soul that demures itself

with a costume of clarities

in your mirror shape."

"¡Cuánto rato the he mirado...!", Pedro Salinas