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I daydream constantly. Essentially, that's what I do for a living. Lilith is asleep, so I'm getting some work done tonight. While I was typing, I started thinking about poems that have moved me throughout my life... in particular, poems that make me think of my husband, and how much I love him. And I remembered...

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.


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Mar. 2nd, 2009 05:13 am (UTC)
NERUDA!!! <3

Oh, I adore that poem . . . thank you for reminding me of that!


-- A <3
Mar. 2nd, 2009 05:14 am (UTC)
Mar. 2nd, 2009 05:15 am (UTC)
I *love* that poem, and any with the same sort of rhythm or mood. Who is this by?
Mar. 2nd, 2009 05:18 am (UTC)
Pablo Neruda. =)
Mar. 2nd, 2009 06:00 am (UTC)
Yay Pablo Neruda. One of my favorites by him.
Mar. 2nd, 2009 06:49 am (UTC)
That is bar none my favorite love poem. Neruda was really, really good. This one brought tears to my eyes when I first read it. It's so perfect a summation of a particular feeling.
Mar. 2nd, 2009 06:56 am (UTC)
The first literary flower of Spring to come. Thank you. :-)
Mar. 2nd, 2009 11:09 am (UTC)
That's beautiful :)

When I was going through the great depression o' 96 I had this poem taped to my fridge (by the great Dorothy Parker). I can still recite it by memory and it, surprisingly, got me through the sludge. It's wonderful how other people's words can have such a profound effect on others. I wish I had that gift.

The Small Hours

No more my little song comes back
And now of nights I lay
My head on down to watch the black
And wait the unfailing gray.

Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow
And sad's a song that's dumb
And sad it is to lie and know
Another dawn will come.

Mar. 2nd, 2009 12:55 pm (UTC)
I love that poem. I posted it to my LJ a few weeks ago for Valentine's day, so I think it's in the general unconscious right now. (I've seen it a few places since then, so at least I know it's in my unconscious.)
Mar. 2nd, 2009 01:20 pm (UTC)
That's a beautiful poem! Very sweet.
Mar. 2nd, 2009 01:54 pm (UTC)
Mar. 2nd, 2009 02:07 pm (UTC)
That has long been a favorite of mine! Thank you for reminding me of how much I love it, as well as my own darling...
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Mar. 2nd, 2009 07:23 pm (UTC)
oh wow i could feel that poem.
Mar. 2nd, 2009 11:53 pm (UTC)
Ah...Neruda. One of my absolute favorites. *sigh*

My roommate has this I love you because I know no other way tattoo'd on her wrist.
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