Neruda had married a woman 20 ys older than he was.. here he defends his choice of a lover from those who would degrade her. People ask him why his isn't with someone more special, more beautiful, etc. He quietly defends their love by saying that he loves her as she is and wouldn't change her. They plan to show the world just a glimpse of their love, to prove the power and glory of it.
people always have a say about how to water your garden...what flower to plant.... leaving their own gardens uncatered.
this poem shows depth of love...that chooses, notwithstanding faults and grave pasts...... it is a beautiful poem
nothing hopelessly petrarchan..or metaphysical.... but a genuine poem.
SEE...This is why Neruda is my favorite poet of 'all time'...
And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.
The last paragraph, My god the voice of the master of emotion, i feel his work sometimes so heavily that it makes me cry with joy that there once a man alive not afraid to write the truth of true love, so never relenting in the mind in the beholder yet so fleeting.