My partner from sometime back read the most beautiful love poem to me one evening, so rich in imagery. I asked him "Who is this?!" "Pablo Neruda" he said. He had purchased "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair". Well, I was hooked.
Neurdo was a Chilean poet known for his romantic and erotic love poems. Then later when he witnessed poverty in Chile and Spain, his intense introspection turned to political rhetoric. The latter, I'm not particularly fond of.
Here's a piece from one of his sonnets:
This beauty is soft...
This beauty is soft -- as if music and wood,
agate, cloth, wheat, peaches the light shines through
had made an ephemeral statue.
And now she sends her freshness out, against the waves.
The sea dabbles at those tanned feet, repeating
their shape, just imprinted in the sand.
And now she is the womanly fire of a rose,
the only bubble the sun and the sea contend against.
Oh, may nothing touch you but the chilly salt!
May not even love disturb that unbroken springtime!
Beautiful woman, echo of the endless foam,
may your statuesque hips in the water make
a new measure -- a swan, a lily --,
as you float your form through that eternal crystal.