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So close that your eyes close with my dreams. Try to find all hidden flowers in this hidden object games. If the exact flowers or container in this arrangement are not available, our local florists will create a beautiful bouquet with the freshest available flowers. So close that your hand upon my chest is mine, I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,Įxcept in this form in which I am not nor are you, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, The light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,Īnd thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries Secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as one loves certain obscure things, Or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, But Sonnet XVII is definitely in the Top 10: It’s hard for me to pick a favorite Neruda. You may like this little bit today for Sue: I’ve loved Merwin since I discovered his poem “Thank You”… (we are waving and saying thank you, dark though it is). I was one of its financial backers and in return, my Aunt Karen (who gifted me the love of poetry via Shel Silverstein) will have her name incribed in the list of backers. Funny you mention him, because I am anxiously awaiting the release of Copper Canyon’s The Essential W.S. I didn’t realize Merwin had translated Neruda. “Under the Milky Way Tonight” by The Church

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