I do not love 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
shadow and 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 fragance
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 complexity or pride
so I love you because I know other way
than this: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
Pablo Naruda
Twenty Poems of Pablo Neruda translated by :Miguel Hernández"
Dec 30, 2008 8:25pm
