Saturday, February 20, 2010

sonnet xvii...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know now other way

than this: where I does not exist, or you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda.


  1. Love-love-love!

    So nice to find other Pablo fans out there too :)

    <3 xxx

  2. I love this too. A similar version was part of our vows, Kitty Cat, do you remember hearing it? It's just gaspingly perfect, I love it.

    & I love you :) xxx