Sonnet XVII by: Pablo Neruda
Journal Entry: Wed May 14, 2008, 7:26 PM
This is my all time favorite poem. I even read it in front of my entire high school from memory for a scholarship contest. I won $300!!!
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.
- Mood:
Affection - Listening to: Staind
- Reading: nothin'
- Watching: Rammstein's Volkerball
- Playing: With Romeo
- Eating: Yogurt
- Drinking: Milk
Devious Comments
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Live for something or die for nothing
Kill your tv
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