Submitted by: Elaina Ellis
Sample text here. I figure we'll excerpt a paragraph or two of a personal Neruda story. For example I could tell the story of my 8th-grade boyfriend who gave me a copy of 20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, translated by W.S. Merwin, when I was 13 years old. Arguably this gift was the beginning of a path with poetry that has led directly to Copper Canyon Press. I remember where we were standing when he gave it two me: on a city street, two blocks from my parent's house, hiding from their view, wordlessly and desperately shy. When we broke up, my first heartbreak, Neruda's "Song of Despair" taught me how to mourn in fine form:
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'