Sharing Poetry: Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII" →
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
The amount of rebloggs on this is crazy! I really appreciate the love
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If my heart really broke every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don’t break. They bruise and get better.
You call 911 and tell them I’m having a fantastic time.
Buddy Wakefield, “I’ve Seen Nearly Every City From A Rooftop, Without Jumping”
from the book Junkyard Ghost Revival.
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Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via 35bit)