So today I came across this poem, and it was so beautiful and breath-taking, I felt that it had to be shared. It’s by Pablo Neruda, a Chilean poet whose works were found somewhere around the 1960’s I think, but I had never heard of him until I found him on THIS BLOG today, (and I recommend you click and read, because it’s pretty awesome). So here it is:
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.
wow. right? i mean, this is amazing.