Wednesday, 15 December 2010

I do not love you...

I do not love you...
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
that 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.
Pablo Neruda
Oh to have had balloons... Hanging from the trees outside The Barn.


  1. I want to have pink helium balloons tied to the back of the chairs!

  2. Beautiful poem. I think I will copy this one out in a card to my boyfriend.

  3. Ps. Just added you to my list of Wonderful Bloggers

  4. Oh wow, this poem is so beautiful. I think I need to put Pablo Neruda on my reading list.

  5. On a calm still day the balloons hanging from trees would be fabulous - on a gusty day though ...? Lovely poem.


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