Sitting in finance class right now reading “ode and burgeonings” by pablo neruda for the millionth time. Love him. Love his words. Hes like a more modern version of e.e cummings for me, and alittle less creepy. I tried to find the story behind “ode and burgeonings”, tried to google who she was or if it even was about someone, because you know… sometimes we read beautiful poetry or hear heart wrenching songs and then it ends up being about a guitar or a city. Dyuvjjdesdchbkolljh.