Saturday, August 14, 2010

a favourite poem

Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, topaz

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 no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda


catsmum said...

I'd never heard of Naruda until he was mentioned in La Vie Boheme [ Rent ] so I looked him up - along with all the other rent references that I wasn't familiar with.
His language is so evocative and subtle. Love him.

sharon young said...

Just beautiful, thanks for sharing it with us.