You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs? and the poppy-petalled metaphysics? and the rain repeatedly spattering its words and drilling them full of apertures and birds? I'll tell you all the news. -Pablo Neruda, "I'm Explaining a Few Things"
Writer. Fan. Closet romantic.
And you'll ask: why doesn't his poetry speak of dreams and leaves and the great volcanoes of his native land?