Sunday, March 15, 2009

I do not love you...

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.

- Pablo Neruda
Translated by Stephen Tapscott

7 comments:

Jahnavi said...

Beautiful!! Kya b'day pe love shove ka chakkar. Wassup?

Priya said...

What a find... I hadn't heard of this guy..but I googled him after you put this up... love his "ode to a large tuna in the market"...however silly the title sounds :P

Aur haan like jahnavi asked... kya love shove ka chakkar ???:D

A said...

Ok guys, you need to cool it! I'm still available :)

Anonymous said...

are u sure? look out of your window.. the people queued up will gate crash any moment ;D

in case it is true.. must say.. too late ;D
khee khee
bm

A said...

hey!!! i never said anything...if people imagine things, be my guest!!!

Anonymous said...

u wicked copy cat!!!
;)

will you ever change?
bm

A said...

Haven't you heard that birds of the same feather flock together?