Friday, January 12, 2007

Sonnet 69

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving,slicing the noon
like a blue lfower,without you walking
later throug the fog and the cobbles

without the light you carry in your hand,
golden,which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.

In short,without your presence:without your coming
suddenly,incitingly,to know my life,
gust of a rosebush,wheat of wind:

since then I am because you are,
since then you are,I am,we are,
and through love I will be,you will be,we'll be.

Pablo Neruda


Usman said...

I hadnt read this one...the one Ive read by Neruda is that read by Robin Williams in Patch it fer ur benefit in case u havent read it?

I do not love you...[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

thanthis: where I do 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.

Zh~* said...

that was BEWtifullllll!
thank you=)

Usman said...

You're welcome.