Sonnet Xvii

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.

by Pablo Neruda

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hmmm? the first four Google results i noticed: =================================== John Brickell - Wikipedia https: // John Brickell was abducted by the Delaware Indian Tribe in 1791 at 10 years of age. He resided with Indians for the next 4 years, until the Treaty of Greenville... ‎Life Prior To Abduction · ‎Abduction · ‎Captive Life · ‎Settling In What Is Now ... John Brickell, Natural History https: // Exhibit featuring first edition of John Brickell's The Natural History of North Carolina. With an Account of the Trade, Manners, and Customs of the Christian and ... Carolana Explorers - John Brickell A native of Ireland, John Brickell (1710-1745) accompanied the future provincial governor, George Burrington, to Edenton, North Carolina in 1724, an event that ... John Brickell - Ohio History Central John Brickell was an Anglo-American captured by the Lenape (Delware) when he was ten, and lived among them for four years. He was born in western ==================== i like the poem though i don't know what it is trying to tell me. bri :) i wonder if there is symbolism in it. i'm not good with that stuff!
Well written, but I felt sad for the boy and the old man as well.