Tuesday, 12 April 2016

"Sonnet Xviii" and "Love Sonnet XI" (Day Eleven)

You may have noticed that I haven't written very much about the poems that I've been picking for this Poetry Month Celebration - about why exactly I love them. Well there are two reasons for this. The first reason is that I haven't always had the time and the second reason is that, erm, I don't entirely know! You see I'm not really used to analysing poetry. Even though I studied English at university I mostly picked classes where we read novels and plays so I don't really feel able to discuss the poems that I'm picking in very much depth. I know that I love them and that they make me feel a certain way but I wouldn't exactly be able to pick apart their structure or go into a lot of their depth about their meaning or anything like that. So from now there might be some days where I'll just share a poem without attempting to do any kind of commentary whatsoever. But for these poems I'll just say that they're so breath-takingly romantic and sensual that they give me chills the first time I read them. Enjoy :)

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.

by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. 


Hamlette said...

I don't think I've ever read anything by Pablo Neruda before. Very descriptive and image-rich! I can see how they could become favorites.

Poetry analysis is a lot of fun for me, but some people take it waaaaaaaay too seriously, IMHO :-)

Hannah said...

I've only read a few of his poems but I love them very much! :) I was saying to a friend earlier that I feel like I'm kind of a "greatest hits" type of poetry reader in that I know a lot of poets but only the most famous poems from those poets. There isn't really one poet that I know very well because I've never dipped into their entire back catalogue. I'm trying to rectify that now.