Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations that 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.


Lovely Light said...

We ended up using this as the reading in English and Spanish at our wedding in May 2010!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for introducing me to Pablo Neruda. I have heard a lot but not read much. It's a beautiful poem to have read at your wedding too. :)