For National Poetry Month

I don't read as much poetry as I should, mostly because I find I only like/understand a small portion of poetry and it can be time consuming to find that stuff. I came across Pablo Neruda years ago, and just adore him. My aunt read this poem at my and B's wedding.

Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose
or topaz or the arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
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, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving than this:
where there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
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Suggest some poets I should check out!