The 10 Best Poems By Mario Benedetti (full Of Inspiration)
The name of Mario Benedetti is known as one of the best-known Uruguayan writers, playwrights and poets of recent times, being the author of both literary works such as “La tregua” and beautiful poems about love and many other topics. including something as mundane as middle class life.
Who died in 2009, this author who is part of the generation of 45 and who enjoys international recognition, has left us a large number of works that can make us reflect and take in his way of seeing and feeling in the world. Specifically, in this article we are going to see a brief selection of poems by Mario Benedetti to see the best of this author.
Below we will see a total of ten of Mario Benedetti’s poems, on topics such as love, not giving up, melancholy, politics and human nature.
1. Let’s make a deal
Comrade, you know that you can count on me not up to two or up to ten but count on me.
If you ever notice that I look into your eyes and you recognize a streak of love in mine, do not raise your guns or think what a delirium I am despite the streak or perhaps because it exists, you can count on me.
If other times you find me unsociable for no reason, don’t think how lazy you can count on me.
But let’s make a deal, I would like to count on you. It’s so nice to know that you exist, you feel alive and when I say this I mean count even if it’s up to two even if it’s up to five not so that you can rush to my aid but to know for sure that you know you can count on me.
One of the author’s best-known and most popular love poems, it expresses in a few lines that appreciation towards the loved one is unconditional and that no matter what happens, they will always be able to count on us.
2. Practical semantics
We know that the soul as a principle of life is an obsolete religious and idealistic conception but that it is valid in its second meaning, that is, the hollow of the barrel of firearms.
It must be recognized, however, that popular language is not rigorously up to date and that when the same student who read in Konstantinov that the idea of the soul is fantastic and naive kisses the naive and fantastic lips of the classmate who does not know the second meaning and despite When he tells her I love you with all my soul, it is obvious that he is not trying to suggest that he loves her with all his heart’s content.
This short poem makes a small reflection regarding the soul and its meaning, focusing on its romantic and spiritual use
Sometimes I feel like a poor hill and other times like a mountain with repeated summits. Sometimes I feel like a cliff and other times like a blue but distant sky. Sometimes one is a spring between rocks and other times a tree with the last leaves.
But today I feel like a sleepless lagoon with a pier without boats; a green lagoon motionless and patient in accordance with its algae, its mosses and its fish, serene in my trust.
Hoping that one afternoon you will come up and look at yourself, look at yourself when you look at me.
Poem that tells us how the author’s mood varies over time, oscillating over time and hoping to find love.
4. When we were children
When we were children, the old people were about thirty, a puddle was an ocean, plain and simple death did not exist.
Then when boys, the old people were people of forty, a pond was an ocean, death was just a word.
When we got married, the elderly were in their fifties, a lake was an ocean, death was the death of others.
Now veterans we have reached the truth, the ocean is finally the ocean but death is beginning to be ours.
This poem makes a brief reflection on how things change, our knowledge, vital positions, opinions and expectations, as we get older
5. Don’t save yourself
Don’t stay motionless on the side of the road, don’t freeze your joy, don’t want with reluctance, don’t save yourself now or ever.
Don’t save yourself, don’t fill yourself with calm, don’t reserve only a quiet corner of the world, don’t let your eyelids fall heavy like judgments, don’t be left without lips, don’t fall asleep without sleep, don’t think of yourself without blood, don’t judge yourself without time.
But if despite everything you cannot help it and you freeze your joy and you want with reluctance and you save yourself now and you fill yourself with calm and reserve from the world only a quiet corner and you let your eyelids fall heavy like judgments and you dry yourself without lips and you fall asleep without I dream and you think you are without blood and you judge yourself without time and you remain motionless on the edge of the road and you are saved then do not stay with me.
This poem expresses the need not to flee, to stop escaping and look for a place in which to merely survive. The poem asks us to fight, to face what life has done to us and live as we want to, with enthusiasm and seeking to achieve our goals.
Green and wounded country, a truly poor country. Hoarse and empty country grave girl blood on blood.
Country far and near opportunity for the executioner to put the best in the stocks. Country violin in a bag or silence hospital or poor artigas.
Country shaken handwriting dungeon and meadows. Country you will arm yourself piece by piece, people, my people.
This poem refers to the moment in his life when a coup d’état broke out in Uruguay something that would end up causing the author to have to go into exile.
7. Petting Report
Caress is a language, if your caresses speak to me, I wouldn’t want them to be silent.
The caress is not the copy of another distant caress, it is a new version, almost always improved.
It is the festival of the skin, the caress while it lasts and when it moves away, it leaves lust without protection.
The caresses of dreams that are prodigy and charm suffer from a defect, they are tactless.
As an adventure and enigma, the caress begins before it becomes a caress.
It is clear that the best thing is not the caress itself but its continuation.
These verses tell us about the power of caresses in both love and sex.
8. All greenery
All greenery will perish, said the voice of writing, as always implacable.
But it is also true that any new greenery could not exist if the perished greenery had not completed its cycle.
Hence our greenness, that slightly strange conjunction of your spring and my autumn, surely has an impact on others, teaches others, helps others rescue their greenness.
That is why although the scriptures do not say it, all greenery will be reborn.
This poem tells us about the past and the future, about what was and what will be. It tells us about the important role of our predecessors as guides so that we could emerge, and also about our future role with future generations. It also shows that nothing dies forever since what although everything has to end will re-emerge.
