That beautiful girl is called Beatrice Russo. This is not the name of an ordinary beauty. In the movie, Neruda’s first reaction to the name was to say "Dante".
"Dante Alighieri. He fell for a certain Beatrice, Beatrice have inspired boundless love." The
legend goes like this: Dante Alighieri, 1265-1321) was born in Florence, Italy. When I was 9 years old, I met 8-year-old Beatrice for the first time. I fell in love with her at first sight! Beatrice married a banker at 18 years old. Dante met her several times, but every time There is only eye contact. Dante later married someone else. When Beatrice died at the age of 23, Dante was in grief... For a woman who had never spoken before would love so strongly and so persistently... He sought relief in Latin literature, philosophy, and religion,
but still couldn’t get rid of the nostalgia for Beatrice. So he wrote "La Vita Nuova" (La Vita Nuova)-31 fresh-style love poems. From then on, Beatrice became the angel of pure love and the incarnation of the muse in his mind. Later, Dante was politically unwilling and was exiled. He wrote "The Divine Comedy" with his own experience in exile and his unquenchable love for Beatrice - and made her a fairy in the "Divine Comedy". Power can enter heaven from purgatory.
As for love poems, people nowadays are too lazy to write even words. Finally, some people who love to write poetry may even accidentally write it in "Pear Flower Style". It would be better to just copy some ready-made classic love poems.
I Like For You to be Still
by Pablo Neruda
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were Absent-,
. Distant and Full of Sorrow aS though you HAD died
One Word the then, One Smile, iS enough.
and the I AM Happy, Happy that IT's not to true.
I love you to be still:
if you are absent
you from I listened to the distant,
my voice does not touch you
as though your eyes had flown away and it
seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
as I filled all soul
your emerge from the things,
fill with my soul
you like my soul,
like a butterfly of dreams
and you are like "melancholy" is the word
I like you to be still:
you seem far away
It sounds as though you were lamenting,
a butterfly cooing like a dove
you from far away Listen to me everywhere,
but my voice can't touch you
Let me in thy silence quiet silent
And let me with your silence and talk to you
your silence bright as a lamp,
simple as a ring
You are like the night,
with its stillness and constellations
you are like my soul,
like a butterfly of dreams
I like you to be still:
if you are absent
distant and dull of sorrow,
as though you had died
one word then, one smile, is enough
and I'm happy,
it's not true and feel happiness
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