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| Daddy, mommy and Kai. 1 May 2010. Pacifica, CA. |
A modified version of Pablo Neruda's Sonnet 17. For our beloved Kai, on Valentine's Day 2012.
We do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
We love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between shadow and the soul.
We 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 our bodies.
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
We love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between shadow and the soul.
We 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 our bodies.
We love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
We love you simply, without problems or pride:
We love you in this way
because we don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no we nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon our chests are our hands,
so intimate that when we fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.
because we don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no we nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon our chests are our hands,
so intimate that when we fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.
1 comments:
I have always loved that picture of you, Dave, and Kai. <3 A beautiful memory and a beautiful poem. xoxo
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