Wednesday, October 3, 2012

another neruda poem



sonnet xvii: love

i don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
i love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
i love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
i love you simply, without problems or pride:
i love you in this way because i don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no i or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when i fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
                      -pablo neruda
 

1 comment:

vz-nostalgia said...

I had no idea you guys are such Neruda lovers. I've been a fan of his poetry since I remember myself (or so it seems). :-) I just started a new photography project called simply "The Neruda Project", where a use a couple of lines from his "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" as an inspiration for a photograph. See it here:
http://nostalgia.shutterchance.com/image/2012/09/28/the-neruda-project-song-one/
Somehow Mike fell off teh Nostalgia list. Tell him to send me his email address, if he wants to get back to it.

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