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My favorite poem ever

I adore this and think it is the sweetest thing ever.

Sonnet 17
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 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 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 nor 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.

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I love Neruda too. This is a particularly lovely piece of his. Thanks for posting/sharing!!!
I have read like everything Neruda has posted. This is my very favorite. I like it because it mentions that love isn't perfect but it is still wonderful and consuming. Not overly sugary sweet as some love poems are adapt to be.
Naruda is one of my favorite poets, and that is one of my favorite poems. It would probably be my favorite if it weren't for this one:

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

by E.E. Cummings.



And even as I copy/paste that I can think of so many others I love. XD I'm a huge lit geek and that has recently extended from just prose into poetry.
I love that too!

We are lit geeks together.

It brings us closer together haha xD

-snugs-