The 10 best poems by Mario Benedetti

The name of Mario Benedetti is known as that of one of the best-known Uruguayan writers, playwrights and poets of recent times, being the author both of literary works such as "The truce" and of beautiful poetry about love and many other topics, including something as mundane as the life of the class half.

This author, who is part of the generation of 45 and who enjoys international recognition, died in 2009. has left a large number of works that can make us reflect and peek into his way of seeing and feeling in the world. Specifically, in this article we are going to see a short selection of poems by Mario Benedetti to see the best of this author.

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A selection of poems by Mario Benedetti

Next 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

Partner you know you can count. with me not until two nor until ten but count on me.

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If you ever notice that I look into her eyes and you recognize a streak of love in mine, do not alert your rifles or think how delirious despite the streak or perhaps because it exists, you can count on me.

If at other times you find me sullen for no reason, don't think how lazy you can count on me.

But let's make a deal, I'd like to tell. with you. It is so nice to know that you exist one feels alive and when I say this I mean to count even until two, even if it is up to five, not so that you can rush to my aid but to know for sure that you knows. you can count on me.

One of the best known and popular love poems of the author, expresses in a few lines that appreciation for the loved one is unconditional And whatever happens, she can always count on us.

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2. Practical semantics

We know that the soul as the principle of life is an outdated religious and idealistic conception but that instead it is valid in its second meaning, that is, the hole in the barrel of firearms.

However, it must be recognized that popular language is not strictly up to date and that when the same student who read in Konstantinov that the idea of the soul is fantastic and naive he kisses the naive and fantastic of the companion who does not know the second meaning and despite this she tells her I love you with all my soul it is obvious that she does not try to suggest that she loves her with all the hollow of the Canyon.

This short poem makes a small reflection on the soul and its meaning, focusing on its romantic and spiritual use.

3. Moods

Sometimes I feel like a poor hill and sometimes like a mountain of repeated peaks.Sometimes I feel like a cliff and sometimes like a distant blue sky. Sometimes one is a spring between rocks and other times a tree with the last leaves.

But today I feel just like an insomniac lagoon with a jetty already empty of boats; a green lagoon immobile and patient conforming to its algae, its mosses and its fish, serene in my confidence.

Trusting that one afternoon you come closer and look at yourself, you 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 kids

When we were children, the old people were about thirty, a puddle was an ocean, death did not exist.

Then when boys the old men were people of forty a pond was an ocean death only a word.

When we got married the elderly were in their fifties, a lake was an ocean, death was death. of the others.

Now veterans we have caught up with 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 age.

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5. Do not save yourself

Do not stand still at the edge of the road, do not freeze your joy, do not want to reluctantly, do not save yourself now or ever.

Do not save yourself, do not be calm, do not reserve the world, just a quiet corner, do not let your eyelids fall heavy as judgments do not stay without lips do not sleep without sleep do not think without blood do not judge yourself without weather.

But if in spite of everything you cannot help it and you freeze the joy and you want with reluctance and you save yourself now and you fill yourself with calm and reserves of the world just a quiet corner and let your eyelids fall heavy as judgments and you dry without lips and you sleep without sleep and you think without blood and you judge yourself without time and you remain motionless on the side 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.

6. Man looking at his country from exile

Green country and wounded region of a really poor country. Country hoarse and empty tomb girl blood on blood.

Country far and near occasion of the executioner the best to the stocks. Country violin in bag or silence hospital or poor artigas.

Country shaken handwriting dungeon and prairies. Country you will already arm yourself piece by piece people my people.

This poem refers to the moment in his life when a coup d'etat broke out in Uruguay, something that would end up causing the author to have to go into exile.

7. Report on stroking

The caress is a language if your caresses speak to me, I would not want them to shut up.

The caress is not the copy of another distant caress, it is a new version almost always improved.

It is the feast 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 tactless flaw.

As an adventure and an enigma, the caress begins before it becomes 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 both in love and in 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 greenery, that a little strange conjunction of your spring and my autumn, surely has repercussions on others, teaches others, helps others to rescue their greenery.

For this reason, even if the scriptures do not say it, all green will be reborn.

This poem tells us about the past and about the future, about what was and what will be. It tells us about the important role of our predecessors as guides for us to emerge, and also about our future role for future generations. It also shows that nothing dies forever, since what although everything has to end will resurface again.

9. Yet

I don't think so you're still coming to my side and the night is a bunch of stars and joy

I feel like I listen and I see your face, your long step, your hands, and yet I still don't believe it.

Your return has so much to do with you and me that by kabbalah I say it and just in case I sing it.

No one ever replaces you and the most trivial things become fundamental because you are coming home.

However I still doubt this good luck because heaven to have you seems fantasy to me.

But you come and it is safe and you come with your gaze and that is why your arrival makes the future magical.

And although I have not always understood my faults and my failures, on the other hand, I know that in your arms the world makes sense.

And if I kiss the audacity and the mystery of your lips there will be no doubts or remnants I will love you even more.

The longing and the illusion of seeing the loved one again is what the author expresses to us in this beautiful poem.

10. I love you

Your hands are my caress my daily chords I love you because your hands work for justice

If I love you, it is because you are my love, my accomplice and everything, and in the street side by side we are much more than two

Your eyes are my spell against the bad day I love you for your look that looks and sows the future.

Your mouth that is yours and mine, your mouth is not wrong, I love you because your mouth knows how to scream rebellion.

If I love you, it is because you are my love, my accomplice and everything and in the street side by side we are much more than two.

And for your sincere face and your wandering step and your crying for the world because you are a people I love you.

And because love is not a halo or a candid moral and because we are a couple who know they are not alone.

I love you in my paradise is to say that in my country people live happily even if they don't have permission.