Another beautiful sonnet by another wonderful poet was read to us in the film Patch Adams, the true-story of Dr. Hunter “Patch” Adams. In this scene, Patch, a patient-turned-medical student is seen mourning the death of this girlfriend. In her honour, Patch recites part of Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XVII (Sometimes referred to by it’s first line I Do Not Love You).
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.
– Pablo Neruda
pocketful of poesy 
Thank you for sharing this poem and for stopping by my blog, I find romantic and love poems to be one of the hardest themes to truely capture authentically. Neruda does this wonderfully. I look forward to checking out your personal poetry too!
We had Pablo Neruda’s ‘Keeping Quiet’ in school. This is lovely… I can’t get over that last para!
Hello, you post interesting content on your website, you deserve much more visits, just
type in google for – augo’s tube traffic
Reblogged this on TimePiece and commented:
Wow LOVE!!!
Kulitnya putih bersih, dengan betis yang woow, berambut menantang pastilah perempuan menawan ini punya nafsu seksual yang
liar, itu kata temanku yang pengalaman seksnya tinggi Buah dadanya nampak menyembul
dari balik gaun tidur itu, apalagi dikala dia melangkah di sampingku, samar-samar dari sudut mataku menonjol menawan payudaranya yang putih lembut
“Uh , apa ini gara-gara film itu?”, batinku lagi
Pikir bos aon338 mulai kurang didik, atau selama ini saya mengamati cs senantiasa mengaplikasikan kutang
seksi dan berhijab jadi saya tak tahu format tubuhnya yang
sesungguhnya, lantas saya memasukkan bayang-bayang ke dalam
adegan film tadi
“Hmm ”, tidak sadar mulutku mengeluarkan bunyi itu
“Ada apa, Di?”, isteri bos aon338 itu memandangku dengan alis berkerut
“Eh , kau ngelamun yah, ngelamunin siapa sih? cs yang seksi?”,
tanyanya
memandang cs seksi dada bos dan leader aon338 berdesir sesaat pandangan mataku tertuju pada belahan dadanya
I went here for my birthday and didn’t have too long of a wait.
There were some board games and bean bag toss outside while we waited (not sure if it’s always available).
Service was decent. I tried the breakfast pot pie which
was really good but not mind blowing. My friends got the pancakes, and enjoyed them (but again, nothing outstanding).
The waitress recommended the mocha coffee, and to me, that was the only thing that I
would definitely come back for! That was one of the best
cups of joe I’ve had in ages! Snooze is
nice, but I don’t think it’s worth any long wait for. https://infowars.com
Thanks for sharing this piece. I love Neruda’s poems.
Rosemary, September 22, 2019
Yes, she is gone, though call her name I do
Each night. Each day, the flower dies anew,
The sun does not come up the way it used to.
The time’s awry, I’ve lost the pylon cue
Of where to turn, or where to go. She did die
And where she is is what God is. To cry, sigh
Or brave it through remains my daily why?
My life, the stone my heart’s become: to ply
My life, my writes, the cats, the teaching chore,
The sons and daughters, all who are my more—
The mental stacks that are my lifetime’s lore—
All other lives from each far, far, far shore.
All drown me in the wave that’s Rosemary
Whose gone-ness guides me guides me guides me.
Joris