Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Why poets get the girls

A friend of mine has been posting a poem a day in his facebook notes. This was the one from yesterday, and all I gotta say is if someone wrote something like this to me, I would totally tap that action.

Love Sonnet 17
by Pablo Neruda
100 Love Sonnets

I do not love you as if you were a 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.

Yep, I am pretty much in love with this poem. Don't worry, I like other poetry too, but this is the first poem I have read in a while that made my little heart go pitter-patter.

1 comment:

✩Molly✩ said...

Okay, so I didnt know you had a blog too!! I love Lincolns poem a day posts, and I loved this poem too!! yay, Love your blog, I am going to follow it daily now!