Pablo Neruda - Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were - TopicsExpress



          

Pablo Neruda - 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 That 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.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 21:35:58 +0000

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