Sep 25 2009

Sonnet 17

Published by at 5:20 pm under Pablo Neruda Love Poems

Sonnet 17

Pablo Neruda

 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

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

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4 Responses to “Sonnet 17”

  1. JasminMon 28 Jul 2010 at 9:22 am

    A friend has recently introduced me to Pablo Neruda and I must say, now I am a follower.
    I wonder if he was good to his wife and those around him.
    Like I said I don’t know that much about him yet.
    I will soon…. Happy reading….

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  3. Cheliceraon 27 Dec 2012 at 7:23 am

    Beautiful. I feel exactly what he wrote

  4. M Rico 2on 19 Mar 2013 at 5:36 am

    Pablo Neruda has been my favorite poet for more than twenty years, his way of announcing his love for his lover is what has captured me of this poet. Especially his love for his country and His Matilde. I have written many poems and have received love from my readers and listeners but I could never match the flame in Neruda s green pen. Mrico 2

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