Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Words


All the words floating around, filling the sky as stars and clouds,
And you somehow leave me with none to say.

Lost and confused among the crowds,
As they all wash away.
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  1. Anonymous19 July 2011 at 00:49

    One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
    BY PABLO NERUDA
    TRANSLATED BY MARK EISNER

    I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
    I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
    secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

    http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179257

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  2. Anonymous26 July 2011 at 14:08

    I'm sorry you hate me.

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