Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You - Poem by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
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Comments about I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda

  • Aciam Kiwelet Aciam Kiwelet (11/30/2012 8:18:00 PM)

    It's like how I feel of... afraid of loving without receiving any return =_='
    That's why no one can't blame me if I am too confidential with my life..'m just afraid that if that person knew that I admire him, he would make his distance from me... Lalala :)

    Anyway, all would be a part of my history and if my heart will decide, would be a lifetime I guess :) hope so.. (Report) Reply

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  • Tiffany Ocampo (11/30/2012 3:42:00 AM)

    Does anyone by any chance happen to know when this poem was written and or published? (Report) Reply

  • Guenael Oristel Guenael Oristel (11/28/2012 8:33:00 AM)

    this is a wonderful poem, , , , (Report) Reply

  • Chano Leal (11/18/2012 4:11:00 PM)

    Hah, it is only true love if it goes in both directions, akin a two way street, an emotion emitted and that same emotion returned. (Report) Reply

  • Shiela Marie Anunciacion Shiela Marie Anunciacion (11/17/2012 4:34:00 AM)

    Love is painful when you are aware that it is unrequited. Furthermore, sometimes you hate the person you love because he/she cannot/don't love you back. You think you want to stop loving that person but then you know you cannot, cruel cruel fate for those who loves in secret... (Report) Reply

  • Grace Mcgee (11/13/2012 6:05:00 PM)

    Wow can you please check out and comment on my poem (Report) Reply

  • Sentayehu Yitzchak (11/10/2012 3:01:00 PM)

    you are so good! ! .... (Report) Reply

  • Stella Nicole Gopal Stella Nicole Gopal (10/31/2012 8:13:00 AM)

    bull...alota bulll...diz dnt mak sence (Report) Reply

  • Kyarunai Mansiko (10/24/2012 8:20:00 PM)

    Hmm. I get from this that love is painful. (Report) Reply

  • Kyarunai Mansiko (10/24/2012 8:20:00 PM)

    Hmm. I get from this that love is painful. (Report) Reply

  • Meera Panigrahi (9/9/2012 8:25:00 AM)

    There is great suffering in love and this poem brings it out with great poignancy. Hate and love are indistinguishable, and the poet's authenticity cannot be questioned. (Report) Reply

  • John Dickson (8/17/2012 7:04:00 AM)

    This beautiful poem describes the submission to a destructive obsession, a love that has died for one partner but not for the poet, and the recognition that he has to love but he knows it's killing him.
    A poem I always re-read when I visit this site. (Report) Reply

  • Cozette Graham (8/12/2012 2:28:00 AM)

    Even to hate means to still care about something or someone. For me, to not hate or to not love something or someone would cause an indifference which means I wouldn't care, nor put forth any effort or energy or emotion to care. He hated, which can only mean he still cared. When we hate someone, we must have been hurt by them in some way, shape, or form, but we still care enough to have an emotion for them. Why? Beautifully written poem. (Report) Reply

  • Cozette Graham (8/12/2012 2:25:00 AM)

    Even to hate means to still care about something or someone. For me, to not hate or to not love something or someone would cause an indifference which means I wouldn't care, nor put forth any effort or energy or emotion to care. He hated, which can only mean he still cared. When we hate someone, we must have been hurt by them in some way, shape, or form, but we still care enough to have an emotion for them. Why? Beautifully written poem. (Report) Reply

  • Malika Harsten Malika Harsten (8/8/2012 7:54:00 AM)

    ig it okay but it not da best one (Report) Reply

  • Mahrukh Iqbal (7/26/2012 6:39:00 AM)

    simply wow [3
    In this part of the story I am the one who
    Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
    Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. (Report) Reply

  • Queeny Gona Queeny Gona (7/24/2012 8:08:00 AM)

    I can't exactly give the number of times i read this poem whenever i hit this website. (Report) Reply

  • Jemme Simbulan Jemme Simbulan (7/21/2012 1:12:00 AM)

    Fantastic! Pablo Neruda's really one of the best! (Report) Reply

  • John Schmidt (7/8/2012 7:25:00 AM)

    Great poem one of many, great poet, I was kind of surprised at a few comments a little confused. I only read and speak English, so his poems aren't as great because they were translated for everyone to enjoy maybe inspire? I read a comment that mocked or sounded spiteful about this poem or others concerning love. Must be a great poem if it angers someone who has never loved or felt loved so they openly mock the possibility that this love thing is real. this love thing blah, blah, blah I think the words were close to. Love is in everyone of Pablo Nerudas writings. Whether a woman, his country, political beliefs he wrote of what he loved dearly. I feel this poem describes real feelings and complexity of any relationship that grows into love. (Report) Reply

  • Rose Davenport (5/14/2012 9:31:00 PM)

    This is a perfect poem that illustrates the confusion and pain that goes along with falling in love with a sociopath or psychopath. The love is an illusion and the reality is that an illusion cannot be sustained. Even if you eventually see and love them unblinded, they will never love you the same. Sad, but true.....I have lived this poem. (Report) Reply










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