Loving, Between the Shadow and the Soul

Laid back Sunday, check. Burrow underneath the covers, check. Stay in bed for the rest of the day, check. Sound of the rain in the background, check.

Read countless sonnets written by THE great Pablo Neruda. perfect.

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Sonnet XVII

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, 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 don’t know any other way of loving

but 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, Cien Sonetos de Amor (100 Love Sonnets 1960)

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8 thoughts on “Loving, Between the Shadow and the Soul

  1. My pleasure. Thanks for following too. I did not expect someone to hear me out there (hahahah as if I dunno the dynamics of blogging). Appreciate it. Keep posting! 🙂

  2. Sure thing. And it’s good to know that you know people (even virtually) share the same plight as yours. That would make you realize you are not that queer as most people want you to feel..hahaha! Any book you could recommend? Be crashing the bookstore again maybe this eve…

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