Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets/Cien sonetos de amor; from ‘I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair…’, tr. Stephen Tapscott
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I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair.
and though streets I go not nourishing myself, quiet,
Bread does not sustain me, the dawn drives me mad,
I look for the liquid sound of your feet in the day.
I hunger for your laugh that slips,
for your hands the colour of a furious harvest,
I have hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like an untouched almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam burnt in your beauty,
the sovereign nose of the arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shadow of your lashes,
and hungry I come and go sniffing the twilight,
looking for you, looking for your hot heart,
like a puma in the solitude of Quitratue.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: XI
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
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“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
―Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Neither poetry nor photography depicts an objective reality. As any art form, they represent a singular and subjective version of reality unique to the poet or photographer.
But both art forms share common attributes. The poet and the photographer study a specific subject through a personal point of view, they both reflect and reframe a malleable reality from a perspective directly related to the memories, experiences and thoughts of the autor.
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“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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"Everything you do is full of flowers."
Pablo Neruda, from 100 Love Sonnets
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and everything burned in blue.
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Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets/Cien sonetos de amor; from ‘I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair…’, tr. Stephen Tapscott
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Oh invade me with your scalding mouth,
search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes,
but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: I
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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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Esquisse pour l'Hôtel de Ville de Paris - La Verité entraînant les Sciences à sa suite répand sa lumière sur les hommes. [Guillaume Gris]
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“I love you like the plant that does not bloom
and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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