Monday, August 9, 2010

Varadero Playa Cuba

"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 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


Amanda said...

neruda is one of my favorite poets but i had never before read this. staggeringly beautiful. could become a new favorite. thank you for sharing this, yoli.


renilde said...

I simply adore Neruda's poems,I can read them again and again and they touch me time after time.

My Castle in Spain said...

siempre enamorada de su no se puede cansar verdad ? :-)

Robin said...

This is one of my sll-time favourite Neruda poems.

Thank you for sharing it with us.


♥ Robin ♥