#sonnetxvii

[aphnxrising]

One of my favorites.. #pabloneruda #sonnetxvii

[lifelettersink]

More love poems for #FlourishinPoetry: Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda, pt. 2. :) #calligraphy #calligraphyph #script #offhandflourishing #flourishing #ornamentalscript #poetry #poems #pabloneruda #sonnetxvii #pointedpen #pointedpencalligraphy

[lavieenroses-blog]

Should we ever dare to define love?

[scribesandvibes]

#ILOVEYOU without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love. -#PabloNeruda #SonnetXVII ・・・ #scribesandvibes #loveoutloud #quietlove #loveoverfear #ichooselove https://www.instagram.com/p/ClrlBXdAgF2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ririmassehendrick]

#pabloneruda #sonnetxvii

[lifelettersink]

More love poems for #FlourishinPoetry: Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda, pt. 1. :) #calligraphy #calligraphyph #script #offhandflourishing #flourishing #ornamentalscript #poetry #poems #pabloneruda #sonnetxvii #pointedpen #pointedpencalligraphy

[ruththesleuth-blog]

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

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.

[roxymalonzo]

Sonnet XVII

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.