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Emma\21\word-nerd

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 love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries  
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,  
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose  
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,  
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,  
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,  
so close that your eyes close with my dreams

Pablo Neruda

(I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, / except in this form in which I am not nor are you)

Mark Kozelek - “Michigan”

(You pushed me past my lonely door; / you are my everything)

(Source: Spotify)

The Middle East - “The Darkest Side”

(If I died on my bedroom floor, / would you cry on your bedroom floor / and tattoo my name underneath your arm?)

(Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—)

(Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—)

(Source: the-half-boy)

Waking

Waking, I look at you sleeping beside me.
It is early and the baby in her crib
has begun her conversation with the gods
that direct her, cooing and making small hoots.
Watching you, I see how your face bears the signs
of our time together—for each objective
description, there is the romantic; for each
scientific fact, there’s the subjective truth—
this line was caused by days at a microscope,
this from when you thought I no longer loved you.
Last night a friend called to say that he intends
to move out; so simple, he and his wife splitting
like a cell into two separate creatures.
What would happen if we divided ourselves?
As two colors blend on a white pad, so we
have become a third color; or better,
as a wire bites into the tree it surrounds,
so we have grown together. Can you believe
how frightening I find this, to know I have
no life except with you? It’s almost enough
to make me destroy it just to protest it.
Always we seemed perched on the brink of chaos.
But today there’s just sunlight and the baby’s
chatter, her wonder at the way light dances
on the wall. How lucky to be ignorant,
to greet joy without a trace of suspicion,
to take that first step without worrying what
comes trailing after, as night trails after day,
or winter summer, or confusion where all
seemed clear and each moment was its own reward.

             Stephen Dobyns

(Can you believe / how frightening I find this, to know I have / no life except with you? It’s almost enough / to make me destroy it just to protest it.)

Ben Sollee - “Embrace”

(If ever my name should fall from your tongue / embrace you thoughts of me // If ever you should forgive me)

Ben Howard  - “Depth Over Distance”

(Depth over distance every time, my dear, / and I may foolish to fall as I do)

(its own live glory, / That mates the lightning and mocks the thunder / With light more living and word more proud)

(its own live glory, / That mates the lightning and mocks the thunder / With light more living and word more proud)

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