There are names that can cause a visceral reaction. Neruda is one such name for me. A shiver of anticipation. Words that will reach into your chest and touch your heart. Longing. Pain. Joy. Love.
I pulled a book off the shelf tonight of Neruda's poems. This is a favorite.
Pablo Neruda- 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.
Ane Brun - True Colors
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