#palbo neruda

[theidealizedself]

Tonight I can write (The Saddest Lines) Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

[theidealizedself]

"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty."

Edgar Allan Poe

[ruescenic]

[princessgoop-blog]

[faultylove]

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.

- Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

If I ever get married, I'm not going with traditional vows, nor will I write my own. I'm just going to recite this poem, because if I don't feel this for the man I'm marrying, I don't want to be marrying him. 

[awalkinherboots]