sonnet 17 ~ Pablo Neruda

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photograph by Melissa Placzek

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

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  4 comments for “sonnet 17 ~ Pablo Neruda

  1. Kimber Dunn
    April 20, 2011 at 10:40 am

    Beautiful, thank you for sharing this one!

    • Melissa
      April 20, 2011 at 10:48 am

      you’re welcome! glad you like it.

  2. Clare
    April 20, 2011 at 11:09 am

    That’s so intimate! Loved it. Thanks.

  3. Melissa
    April 20, 2011 at 2:17 pm

    Thanks for commenting Clare 🙂

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