Pablo Neruda

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So Intimate…

Photo by Susie

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

~ Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (1960)

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In the wave-strike

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brightness bursts...

In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
to one drop of azure brine that falls.
O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,
magnetic voyager whose death flowers
and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:
shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.
Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence
while the sea destroys its continual forms,
collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness,
because in the weft of those unseen garments
of headlong water, and perpetual sand,
we bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

~ Pablo Neruda

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Certain Dark Things…

Photo by Aditya Palsule

Photo by Aditya Palsule

Te amo como se aman ciertas cosa oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

(I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.)

~ Pablo Neruda

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Wheeling with the Stars

Photo by Johnny Myreng Henriksen

Photo by Johnny Myreng Henriksen

I wheeled with the stars. My heart broke loose with the wind.

~ Pablo Neruda