The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 7/24/09

[BlueIris]

"Sonnet XVII"

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.

~Pablo Neruda

[BlueIris]

1. Oh, come ON.

How great is this?

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris...

Oh, this is so beautiful...

It actually made me cry.

I am so moved by this; I cannot really express it.

This is going into my blank book, so I can read it whenever I want to...

Thank you so much, sweetie...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

3. Sure thing.

:-)