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:
Beautiful!! Kya b'day pe love shove ka chakkar. Wassup?
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
Ok guys, you need to cool it! I'm still available :)
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
hey!!! i never said anything...if people imagine things, be my guest!!!
u wicked copy cat!!!
;)
will you ever change?
bm
Haven't you heard that birds of the same feather flock together?
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