Title: Belitt doesn't translate, he makes his own poems, and all Pablo's magic is gone
Product review: I bought this after reading some of Copper Canyon's books of Neruda's posthumous poetry. I'm fluent in Spanish, but can't find the books without translations here in the States. Simply put, while I loved Pablo's original words in this collection, it was anguishing to read these "translations," as they are more adaptations then anything else, and all of the original beauty and crystal poetic craft is lost. I'm going with the rest of Copper Canyon's series, I suggest you do the same.
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