Love Sonnet XVII Poem by Pablo Neruda

Love Sonnet XVII

Rating: 3.4


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 OF THE POEM
Yuki Mori 26 February 2012

What a beautiful poem...it truly puts into words how I feel.

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Luce Darwin 21 April 2013

My favorite poem... ever.

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A Waltz For Zizi 27 January 2014

This is really amazing

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Carolyn Madi 31 March 2016

Exact. On the mark.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 15 February 2017

Hand on my chest.... Thanks fior sharing.....

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Caswell Sibiya 24 February 2019

Very profound beautifully crafted. Made my eyes water.

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M Sagnik Das 24 May 2017

wooow...interesting I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the and the soul I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 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

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Jane Urhobocha Ejobofor 15 February 2017

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the and the soul I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 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

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Marie Francis 15 February 2017

Love without discrimination. One that sees the flawed and can still find expression.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 15 February 2017

A great love song penned by an equally great poet.

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