Monday, December 3, 2012

Kalachuchi/Mellow Yellow Monday

Sonnet XVII

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.
— Pablo Neruda


Unknown said...

That poem is so romantic! Wow and the flower so exquisite!!

Liz said...

Love the color. Have a fabulous week!

Liz (mlc)

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lina@home sweet home said...

Stunning colors and shot. The poem is very sweet :)

genie said...

Stunningly beautiful macro shots. Gorgeous photography filled with wonderful detail. genie

Ann, Chen Jie Xue 陈洁雪 said...

nice frangipani. especially the unopened one.

Laura said...

beautiful poem to rest with your exquisite flower photos.