“Sonnet XVII” by Pablo Neruda

Written by on December 26, 2011 in Readings & Vows - No comments

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved, 
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your had upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.


– Pablo Neruda

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