#sonnet xvii

[apoemaday]

Sonnet XVII

by Craig Santos Perez

I don’t love you as if you were rare earth metals, diamonds, or reserves of crude oil that propagate war: I love you as one loves most vulnerable things, urgently, between the habitat and its loss.

I love you as the seed that doesn’t sprout but carries the heritage of our roots, secured, within a vault, and thanks to your love the organic taste that ripens from the fruit lives sweetly on my tongue.

I love you without knowing how, or when, the world will end— I love you naturally without pesticides or pills— I love you like this because we won’t survive any other way, except in this form in which humans and nature are kin, so close that your emissions of carbon are mine, so close that your sea rises with my heat.

#poetry #craig santos perez #sonnet xvii #sonnet

[diavolaangelica]

Pablo Neruda, “Soneto XVII"

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño. English: 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 your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

#diavolaangelica #pablo neruda #sonnet xvii #spanish #english

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda - Chile

Translator: Mark Eisner (Spanish)

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 your hand upon my chest is mine,   

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

#sonnet xvii #pablo neruda #chile #poem #poetry #poems from around the world #translation: Spanish

[aboutbirds]

XVII

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between His After and Before, And strike up and strike off the general roar Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats In a serene air purely. Antidotes Of medicated music, answering for Mankind’s forlornest uses, thou canst pour From thence into their ears. God’s will devotes Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine. How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use? A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fine Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse? A shade, in which to sing — of palm or pine? A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Sonnets from the Portuguese

#elizabeth barrett browning #sonnet xvii #sonnets from the portuguese #out of my collection #formative poems

[wordsofthelost]

“i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul”

— love sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda

#quotes #love sonnets #sonnet xvii #dark things #love #i love you #pablo neruda #famous lines #secret #shadow #famous quotes #poems #poetry #sonnet #powerful lines

[melodysbookhaven]

"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."

Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII"

#pablo neruda #sonnet XVII #bookblr #bookish #book quotes #books #quotes #bookstagram #booktok #book tumblr

[butiambatman]

"I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” - Pablo Neruda, "One Hundred Love Sonnets: Sonnet XVII”, trans. Mark Eisner

#literature #quote #pablo neruda #sonnet xvii #sonnet 17

[wehavewords]

“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, Sonnet XVII

#wehavewords #pablo neruda #Sonnet XVII #words #quotes #life quotes #life #quotes about life #true words #love #love quotes #quotes about love #sonnets #litterature

[derangedrhythms]

Pablo Neruda, Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon: One Hundred Love Sonnets; from ‘XVII’, tr. Stephen Mitchell

#pablo neruda #full woman fleshly apple hot moon #one hundred love sonnets #xvii #poetry #excerpts #you and i have begun to blur #o

[markpakin]

I love you because I know no other way than this.

Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda.

#thesignedit #thesignsource #the sign the series #*gifs #*phayatharn #*the sign #tvedit #thaidrama #bldramaedit #phayatharn #phaya x tharn #userlinnea #choienthusiast #usermask #uservix #esmetracks #idk idk idk i just. i read sonnet xvii i think of them

[eyeoftheheart]

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII By Pablo Neruda

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 #One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII #Love

[words-and-coffee]

I loved you like certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: XVII

#Pablo Neruda #100 love sonnets #quote #quotes #poetry excerpt #XVII #poetry #poetry fragments

[island-in-the-shadows]

Me about Saltburn (mil disculpas Pablo):

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.

#also very Oliver quick about Felix coded that whole sonnet #but I digress #saltburn #I said what I said #saltburn hivemind #source: Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII

[evita-shelby]

Hey there Juli!! I hope you’re well! ☺️

For that fic title ask game you reblogged… number 7 - how did you come up with the title for Between The Shadow And The Soul ?

I’m super curious because it’s grown into such an amazing story, and I don’t think I’ve ever asked/seen you explain the meaning (if any) behind it

thank you k!

so Between the Shadow and the Soul is a line from a Pablo Neruda poem(my fave poet)

this is Sonnet 17(I love you as certain dark things are to be loved) and was published in 1959

the working title for the fic was a different line from the poem: "Without Complexities or Pride" but i found it didn't really fit the vibe

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.

#asks and answers #between the shadow and the soul #sonnet xvii pablo neruda

[dig-with-it]

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 your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

— One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII by Paolo Neruda

#poetry #poems #paolo neruda #one hundred love sonnets: xvii #quote #quotes

[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-2017

Mary and Francis

#mary stuart #francis de valois #adelaide kane #toby regbo #frary #mary×francis #season 3 #shakespeare #sonnets #english poetry #xvii century #golden age #italian translations