PABLO NERUDA POEM, SONNET XVII
My interpretation of Pablo Neruda Poem, 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.