Wednesday, August 4

My favorite poet


Sonnet XVII~ Pablo Neruda
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.

10 comments:

42 things said...

beautiful.

Waterrose said...

oh my....made my heart go faster...

Katie Gates said...

Wow. I generally do not get drawn to poetry, but goosebumps are goosebumps! (And I loved "Il Postino.")

annechovie said...

I have always loved that poem!

Kathy said...

How beautiful is that! Thank you.

lisaroyhandbags said...

absolutely beautiful! I love the image too - I have a small framed version of that. : )

SarahKelley said...

Mine too Sherry! I have a book of his poetry in the original language that someone bought for me in Chile:) Not that
I read Spanish:(

donauluft said...

wonderful...nothing more to say

Skooks said...

This is one of my favorite poems, and certainly one of my favorite poets of all time. Brought a smile to my face to see someone post it. Popping over from your Etsy shop. :)

Rebecca said...

Perfection.