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#NationalPoetryDay poem 3 Neruda

October 8, 2015
poet Pablo Neruda

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.

Neruda’s pink poetry book One Hundred Love Sonnets has been read so many times, it is actually in my top drawer next to my notebook and shit. 

Christina Strigas

Comments:

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  1. kim881 says:

    I hadn’t come across this before . Thank you for introducing me to Neruda. I will be looking out for One Hundred Love Sonnets.

    1. Chrissy says:

      please do – so amazing to read and discover his and Mathilda’s love story

  2. I liked that a lot 🙂

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