Friday, February 24, 2006

I Love You

I do not love you as if you were the 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...

~Pablo Neruda (Sonnet XVII)

2 comments:

Megha said...

"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 like this one :)))))

can i add ur link in my blog????

Rambler said...

hey megs,

this is Neruda , not me .... be my guest, add me ...