Artistic Poetry -Mizdi

From: Mizdi

Silence breaks the heart

She said, I love you.

He said, Nothing.


(As if there were just one
of each word and the one

who used it, used it up).


In the history of language
the first obscenity was silence.

The Primer
by Christina Davis

Pablo Neruda poema de amor

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 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 fragrance,
risen darkly 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 and I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda