Poetry Reading - One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
Added 2022-08-12 05:41:08 +0000 UTCOne Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
BY PABLO NERUDA
TRANSLATED BY MARK EISNER
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I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
Comments
That "I love you" part 😍 it gave me goosebumps!
Cat in a phone
2022-08-17 21:57:09 +0000 UTCThis poem is healing for the soul. 💕
Quinn Qisma
2022-08-12 12:58:19 +0000 UTCThe sound design is awesome, had me looking behind myself at a few points wondering what was going on in my apartment
AvaP
2022-08-12 06:17:28 +0000 UTCThis is beautiful
AvaP
2022-08-12 06:16:04 +0000 UTCSo sweet
Crimson
2022-08-12 05:59:04 +0000 UTC
