Tuesday, May 27, 2008













tuesday, feels like a monday.




I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

by Pablo Neruda



I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I adore this poem. It's one of my all-time favorites. Thank you for honoring it here.

Sherry Pasquarello said...

thanks. i think it's wonderful.