The girls and I just finished reading Red Glass, by Laura Resau (more on that in another post) in which Pablo Neruda is mentioned as a favorite poet.
We read a little bit of Neruda last year at Jama Rattigan's Alphabet Soup, but I think I first heard him in Truly, Madly, Deeply (my reactions to that film are here and here) a few years ago.
So. As I sat down this morning to post a little bit about Neruda, I realized that I didn't really want to talk about Neruda at all. What I really wanted to do was revisit Truly, Madly, Deeply. Again. People seem to either love or despise this movie, and my feet are firmly planted in the love camp. So, I suppose this is really a "Movie Friday" post, but I know that the Poetry Friday crowd is forgiving of such mental meandering, so I'll not worry about it a bit.
Go here to listen to Alan Rickman and Juliet Stevenson limping exquisitely through an excerpt from Neruda's La Muerta.
The Poetry Friday round up is at Great Kid Books.