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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Pablo Neruda
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Monday, January 13, 2003 |
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011 |
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Read poems about / on: january, fire, hate, love, light, heart, change
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Arun Krishnan (2/11/2012 8:18:00 AM)
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wish to have the flow of those words in the mind and be drowned in them... so lovely the words the it just sweeps you off your feet.. just like a river raft on a rapid it flows.. enlightening the brain with adrenalin rush... emotions are met to heights unknown..
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Sagar Shelar (2/11/2012 5:35:00 AM)
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Really nice poemI. Love is God & God is Love.
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Jerry Buckley (1/24/2012 1:17:00 PM)
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How does such a blowhard achieve the reputation as a great poet? I suppose there must be much lost in translation.... Love, love, love.... bla bla bla
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Okaba Mark (1/23/2012 10:54:00 AM)
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Its an amazing poem!
O hw it makes me rflect,
rflect d vry moment wen I first,
first conceiv wat man calls love.
Bt d words indid cudnt com 2 tell ha,
2 tel ha dat if I hate ha it shd b bcuz,
Bcuz I cudnt tel ha 'I luv u'
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Liz Thaugally (12/27/2011 8:39:00 PM)
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A great poem transcends barriers of translation- and this is a great poem from on eof my favourite poets. I feel the rise and fall of his words like my own beating heart, I read and feel the words pulse in my veins. I almost hear his voice and in hearing in my mind, my heart skips beats, much like being in love. this is the masterful power that a great poet has.
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Judith Furedi (12/26/2011 11:54:00 AM)
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I love Neruda. But this is not one of his top poems. Still, its excellent. All of his poems sound best in his native Spanish - but some sound as good in English - when in the hands of the right translator.
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iruuka Blackheart (12/19/2011 11:55:00 AM)
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I have read this poem numerous times and it never gets old...its becasue of great poems like thsi i was inspired to start writing...if anyone could please look in the search box for Iruuka Blackheart and read the poems that he has posted of rhe nd i are one and the same
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Winfrida Magawa (11/30/2011 4:31:00 AM)
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i luv dis poem it real cul and cant stop reading it now and then
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Sylva Portoian (11/4/2011 4:21:00 PM)
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It is true
We change
Through our life
Through Our live
We change
Knowingly
Unknowingly
We change
Till we reach an age
We no longer can change
Love becomes static
And that moment...
Was real Love and True...
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