XVII (I do not love you...)
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.
Photo by Sara Facio - Neruda and Chu Tuh
Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.
The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens,
no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators.
It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
Still it would be marvelous
to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily,
or kill a nun with a blow on the ear.
It would be great
to go through the streets with a green knife
letting out yells until I died of the cold.
I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,
insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
going on down, into the moist guts of the earth,
taking in and thinking, eating every day.
I don't want so much misery.
I don't want to go on as a root and a tomb,
alone under the ground, a warehouse with corpses,
half frozen, dying of grief.
That's why Monday, when it sees me coming
with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline,
and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel,
and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the
And it pushes me into certain corners, into some moist
into hospitals where the bones fly out the window,
into shoeshops that smell like vinegar,
and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin.
There are sulphur-colored birds, and hideous intestines
hanging over the doors of houses that I hate,
and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot,
there are mirrors
that ought to have wept from shame and terror,
there are umbrellas everywhere, and venoms, and umbilical
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,
my rage, forgetting everything,
I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic
and courtyards with washing hanging from the line:
underwear, towels and shirts from which slow
dirty tears are falling.
Pablo Neruda - Matilde Urrutia
Poesia: Pablo Neruda in Italiano - Abbiamo perso - Ah vstita di pini - Bianca ape ronzi - Canti e a solo e cielo - Canzone del maschio e della femmina - Galleria fotografica
Poesia: Pablo Neruda in Italiano - Corpo de donna - Donna completa - Due amanti felici - É bello. amore. sentirti vicino a me - Galleria fotografica
Poesia: Pablo Neruda in Italiano - Donna completa - Due amanti felici - E bello. amore. sentirti vicino a me - Links
Poesia: Pablo Neruda - Agua Sexual - Amor - Angela Adonica - Cancion del macho y de la hembra - Links
Poesia: Pablo Neruda - Cuantas veces. amor. te ame sin verte y tal vez sin recuerdo... - Desnuda - El amor - Links
Poesia: Pablo Neruda - Era mi corazón un ala viva y turbia... - Eres toda de espumas delgadas y ligeras... - Farewell - Links
Poetry: Pablo Neruda - I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You - Love Sonnet XVII - If You Forget Me - Links to more PN
Poetry: Pablo Neruda - XVII (I do not love you...) - Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) - Walking Around - Links to more PN
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