Comments on: Paublo Neruda Poet http://www.gmtnewsnviews.com/2010/02/12/paublo-neruda/ Weekly Review of Globe-Miami Az News & Views Tue, 04 Oct 2011 22:15:47 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: globetrotter http://www.gmtnewsnviews.com/2010/02/12/paublo-neruda/comment-page-1/#comment-337 globetrotter Sat, 13 Feb 2010 15:30:11 +0000 http://www.gmtnewsnviews.com/?p=1249#comment-337 marcia - you are so right! Thank you for adding these. We will all miss you on the train tonight "Romancin' the Rails". We spent last night dipping strawberries in chocolate for the occassion! marcia – you are so right! Thank you for adding these. We will all miss you on the train tonight “Romancin’ the Rails”. We spent last night dipping strawberries in chocolate for the occassion!

]]> By: Marcia http://www.gmtnewsnviews.com/2010/02/12/paublo-neruda/comment-page-1/#comment-336 Marcia Sat, 13 Feb 2010 14:34:32 +0000 http://www.gmtnewsnviews.com/?p=1249#comment-336 Neruda wrote in green ink, signifying hope...esperanza. This translation has a few extra lines at the end that really make the poem sing..... 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. Neruda wrote in green ink, signifying hope…esperanza.

This translation has a few extra lines at the end that really make the poem sing…..

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.

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