Sonet XVII Pablo Neruda

Minggu lalu, sepulang dari makassar (hehehe soal perjalanan ke makassar ini belum diceritain di blog ya), saya kembali dalam rutinitas weekend saya: membegokan diri dengan kepingan DVD :-) Temanya adalah: pelem-pelem NOSTALGILA. Ya, saya bernostalgila menonton film-film favorit saya yang sebenarnya sudah saya tonton. Dua film yang saya tonton adalah: little women dan patch adams.

Saya baru sadar, ada puisi yang maniiiiiss sekali yang dibacakan patch adams (robin williams) buat carin fisher, pacarnya di film itu... yang mati ditembak psikopat. Iseng saya cari di internet, rupanya itu adalah Sonet XVII Pablo Neruda.

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 dark 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 solid fragrance,
risen 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 as I fall asleep.