I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I know no other way
than this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
– Pablo Neruda
June 1, 2009 at 10:27 am
That is really gorgeous. I’m glad you shared it.
June 3, 2009 at 9:40 am
Somehow, I think this is apt for you:
June 3, 2009 at 10:07 am
I read it last night and oddly found it much more frustrating than I usually find Brezsny. Mercury Retrograde in Taurus can’t end soon enough.
June 4, 2009 at 8:33 am
I have seen this very thing that he’s describing working out in Brian this week. Mercury did go direct on the 31st, but I guess we’re still in the shadow period. Also, for some reason it didn’t occur to me that Mercury was Retrograde in Taurus, and Brian spent the entire week trying to wire up the various things our house and failing miserable. I did tell him that it was Mercury Retrograde, but he didn’t listen. It didn’t strike me that it was also in Taurus, though, until you mentioned it! Oh, dear boy! He was doooooooomed.