Website review: Sonnet XVII
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- create823 rated 4 weeks ago
- beautiful
thepenni rated 6 weeks ago- From the page: "I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;" I've always loved this poem
- orlandomerced rated 8 weeks ago
- I can distinctly remember this poem in Patch Adams, which is strange, but regardless it kicks ass.
- johnnyny rated 8 weeks ago
- From the page: "Sonnet XVII 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 shadow and 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 complexity 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."
- MEJC rated 2 months ago
- Sonnet XVII 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 shadow and 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 complexity 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.
- valelaine rated 8 months ago
- "Sonnet XVII" 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 shadow and 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 complexity 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. "
- 6fm rated 8 months ago
- So perfect!
- trespar rated 8 months ago
- This isn't a sonnet surely? Is it a translation? The last stanza,'where I does not exist.' seems wrong to my eyes.
- Hamstermoney rated 8 months ago
- Pablo Neruda :D
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