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XVII (I do not love you...)

XVII (I do not love you...)

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
I love you straightforwardly, without compl九*九*藏*書exities or pride;
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Translated by Stephen Tapscott
I love you as the plant that read.99csw.comnever blooms
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
XVII (I do not love you...)
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thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
so I love you because I know no other way
Pablo Neruda
in secret,九*九*藏*書 between the shadow and the soul.
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
I l九*九*藏*書ove you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.