Friday, September 23, 2011

Love Sonnet XVII


by Pablo Neruda



No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de chaveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que acendio de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,

sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.


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I do not love you as if you were a 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.



*We asked one of our groomsmen to recite this poem in Spanish at our wedding ceremony, then one of our bridesmaids recited it in English.*

2 comments:

Deirdre said...

Wow, Mindy. Wow.

Favorite line: "I love you without knowing how, or when or from where."

Am I revealing how morbid I am to admit that I want Brian to read Neruda's Sonnet 47 when they plant a tree with my ashes someday?

Min said...

Deirdre, I hadn't read that one. I love it, as well as your idea of having it read at your tree planting.