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Monday, August 31, 2009
Pablo Neruda - I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You @ 8:55 AM

I'm going to be starting a new weekly thing. Poetry Mondays. Where I'll post a favorite poem, or a poem that intrigued me. I'll do this until I forget. . .which is how I usually do things. :)

So this Monday, I figured I'd start with my favorite Pablo Neruda poem.

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

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.

I still remember the first time I ever read this poem. I was 12 and as soon as I read it, I knew immediately that I loved it. I honestly think that I'm the female version of Pablo Neruda, at least when it comes to love matters. It's like every poem of his describes me. His love poems are beautiful but bitter. They're not these cloying love poems that just speak about how beautiful love is and how amazing and Oh, I'll love you forever and until my dying breath. No, it talks about how real love is. Sometimes you love, sometimes you don't. Sometimes love lasts, sometimes it doesn't. The line between love and hate can be so thin, and the more passionate love is, the more that line can be blurred. There's no in between.

My favorite stanza:

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.

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