Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

Sonnet Xvii: I Do Not Love You As If You Were Brine-Rose, Topaz - Poem by 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

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.


Comments about Sonnet Xvii: I Do Not Love You As If You Were Brine-Rose, Topaz by Pablo Neruda

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    My favorite poem... ever. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Yuki Mori (2/26/2012 4:41:00 AM)

    What a beautiful poem...it truly puts into words how I feel. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010



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