Sunday, September 14, 2008

There Is No "I" Or "You"

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz 
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: 
I love you as certain dark things are loved, 
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries 
hidden within itself the light of those flowers, 
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body 
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, 
I love you simply, without problems or pride: 
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no "I" or "You", 
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, 
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

... Pablo Neruda


Anonymous said...

yes love it love it love it! :)

mashaAllah talk bout 'baptism of fire'. with 13-hour fasts, hope your excitement lends you sufficient drive. pls make du'a for those of us in singapore with half their minds in melbourne.

esprit said...

again, this is another one of my most favourite poems, as I could relate so much with it. And especially since a couple of years back... great post

TheHoopoe said...


melbourne? hmmm ... eza?
what happened to your nic?

TheHoopoe said...


yeah ... this is a great poem, isn't it? there are so much dimensions to it - to a person, to God ...

Ovie said...

is that the title of the poem hoopoe?