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“I Do Not Love You….” – Sonnet XVII – 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.

Gustav Klimt - The Kiss - 1908

About FarahnazZahidi

Journalist, writer, Communications practitioner, teacher, media trainer | Literature | Gender Parity | Peace | Islam | Very Desi | Chaai, not coffee.

8 responses »

  1. Neruda and Klimt…. my favs boths… love them both… thanks Farhanaz 🙂

  2. Beautiful! Touches the soul…..

  3. Dark but soulful. An interestingly ironic projection…

  4. This is my all time favourite love sonnet!

  5. A favorite sonnet that’s close to my heart!

  6. Reblogged this on sonia-aur-saat-bonay and commented:
    This is beautiful !!!


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