By Pablo Neruda 




Xvii (I Do Not Love You...)

 

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. 


Translated by Stephen Tapscott 





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Written on 2018-10-01 at 10:55

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
His poetry is as grounded as any I know. This particular poem strikes home in a big way. Thank you for posting it.
2018-10-04


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
His work always takes my breath away!
2018-10-01