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11-13-2009, 08:41 PM | #9 |
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Cien Sonetos de Amor - XVII
Pablo Neruda I do not love you as one loves the salt-rose, or topaz, or carnations, those darts of crimson struck from the fire. I love you as certain things are loved: darkly and in secret, between dusk and the soul. I love you - like a plant that does not bloom but bears within itself, concealed, the light of flowers. Because of your love, a fierce essence, arisen from the earth, is alive within my flesh. I love you - without knowing how, when, where; I love you simply, without question, without pride. I love you thus because I know no other way of loving except this, where there is neither You nor I-- so intimate that your hand laid upon my chest is my own, so intimate that when I dream it is your eyes that close.
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