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Fri Jul-24-09 01:36 PM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 7/24/09 |
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"Sonnet XVII"
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.
~Pablo Neruda
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Fri Jul-24-09 03:45 PM
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Oh, this is so beautiful...
It actually made me cry.
I am so moved by this; I cannot really express it.
This is going into my blank book, so I can read it whenever I want to...
Thank you so much, sweetie...
:hug:
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