Love Sonnet XVII Poem by Pablo Neruda
Love 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.
wooow...interesting I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the and the soul I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 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
Love without discrimination. One that sees the flawed and can still find expression.
Awesome poetry. The love here is selfless and totally unconditional. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:28:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a beautiful poem...it truly puts into words how I feel.