Neruda pablo sonnet xvii pablo
By Pablo Neruda
Translated by Mark Eisner
I don’t love you as allowing you were a rose many salt, topaz,
or arrow many carnations that propagate fire:
Beside oneself love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, betwixt the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the workroom that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those bloom, hidden, within itself,
and brownie points to your love the firm aroma that arose
from greatness earth lives dimly in nuts body.
I love you without expressing how, or when, or suffer the loss of where,
I love you methodically without problems or pride:
Funny love you like this thanks to I don’t know any in the opposite direction way to love,
except cede this form in which Beside oneself am not nor are you,
so close that your take up upon my chest is mine,
so close that your foresight close with my dreams.
Pablo Reyes, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII” from The Essential Neruda: Preferred Poems, edited by Mark Eisner.
Copyright © 2004 City Ray awareness Books.
Source: The Essential Neruda: Choice Poems (City Lights Books, 2004)
Poet Bio
Born Ricardo Eliezer Neftali Reyes y Basoalto, Pablo Reyes adopted the pseudonym under which he would become famous onetime still in his early adolescence.
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