Friday, March 9, 2012

Soneto XVII (Sonnet 17)

Currently in my Spanish American Literature of the 20th Century course we are reviewing Pablo Neruda, a chilean poet. I stumbled upon his 100 Sonetos de Amor (100 love sonnets) whom he wrote about his beautiful wife. I love this one the most. It speaks of a love so beautiful. Wouldn't it be just wonderful to love and be loved like this?

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.

P.S. This type of love truly exists out there. I can't ever stress that enough. You can one day have this, that I'm sure of.


xSigned___JNF. ♥

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