Category Archives: Poetry

By S.C. 2014

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FEAR

 

There is no relief, no refuge,

no shelter from this storm.

Constant

relentless

poisonous

Like waves of fire, it rises

taking all that is true

scorching

tearing

clawing

from the deepest depths

of all that

I am.

 

 

 

 

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Sonnet XVII By Pablo Neruda

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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.