I read the first poem by
Pablo Neruda in 1986, in an anthology called
Poetry and Humanity, which includes all the 20 poets who had received until then the Golden Wreath, the great award of the
Struga Poetry Evenings, an international festival which takes place since 1966 in this little town located on the lakeside Ohrid, then in Yugoslavia, now in Macedonia. Honestly, I bought the volume for the poem of
Nichita Stănescu, my illustrious concitadin, but I noted Pablo Neruda and
Eugenio Montale even after first reading. And I noticed also a sad coincidence: both Pablo Neruda and Nichita Stănescu died one year after receiving the prize from Struga, at an interval of a decade, in 1972, respectively 1982.
On his real name Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto, Chilean poet who chose his pen name after Czech poet
Jan Neruda
had a very hectic life, occuping during his lifetime many diplomatic
positions in Asia, Europe and Latin America, and being married three
times. Acquiring the communist beliefs during the
Spanish Civil War
(at that time he was consul in Madrid), he served a stint as a senator
for the Chilean Communist Party, but also lived many years in exile.
Although widely recognized as a great poet by his peers, he was often
criticized for his admiration for Lenin, Stalin and Castro (In 1953 he
was awarded the Stalin Peace Prize) and his political involvement too
pronounced. Thus
Gabriel García Márquez called him "the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language", but
Jorge Luis Borges stated "I don't admire him as a man, I think of him as a very mean man", and
Octavio Paz commented that he "became more and more Stalinist".