A favorite poem from a favorite poet. A precious gift of love on the second night of Chanukah.
And please spare me the lecture on what a communist Neruda was. I know, I know. I don't like him for his politics, I love him for his art. His ill-thought politics be damned.
The painting (below) Girl with a Pearl Earring is is one of Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer's masterworks.Pablo Neruda (1904 - 1973)
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.