Poem of the day! Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda I do not love - TopicsExpress



          

Poem of the day! Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda 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 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 simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I dont know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I nor 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.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Feb 2014 06:25:04 +0000

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