carnal apple, woman filled, burining noon
‘Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,’
XII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.
I Don’t Love You As If You Were A Rose
Hi,
I really enjoyed reading ur responses abt Pablo. Here is another one of him poems which has interested me for a long time. Can smone tell me what kind of love is it? To whom is he professing his love to in this poem.
I Don’t Love You As If You Were A Rose
(by Pablo Neruda)
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 you hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.