Friday, February 23, 2007

I heart Pablo Neruda

because I too love someone without problems or pride.

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 hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.


Blogger Babu said...

neruda, and his poetry can be reviewed further at

1:25 AM  
Blogger Denise said...

I love the poetry you're sharing...I feel happier just for the reading.

4:39 PM  
Blogger inkgrrl said...

Ah, beautemous Neruuuudah... I helped put up a poetry workshop for teenage girls a few years back and we were privileged to have Wanda Coleman read from both her own and Neruda's work. That's how she said his name - Neruuuudah, like a sigh.

5:15 PM  
Anonymous your old friend sara said...

You're doing this for me, right, knowing that I need some sappy poetry to write on an anniversary card for J? Fifteen years, baby, as of tomorrow!

4:43 PM  

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