Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or - TopicsExpress



          

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 no other way than this: Where I do not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep, your eyes close. -Pablo Neruda
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 23:38:58 +0000

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