Posted by 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.
perfect
This is my favorite Pablo N. poem, Nish. 🙂
i like it too nur 🙂
hi Nur and Nish 🙂 I heard this poem one year ago or so in Hungarian in a commercial on tv. Then 2 days later Nur posted it and I recongised it from its last lines and was amazed. I saved it. Then some weeks ago I found it on my pc, and I wanted to do something with it, but forgot. I think it really goes well with you. I like especially this part:
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
Dangerous poem, like poisonous flowers
a most beautiful love poem, but it is however sonnet 17, not 27 …
thanks for your comment Bert.I will try to rectify the error…
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