A Love Sonnet (Pablo Neruda)

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 dark things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

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

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.

English Translation : Mark Eisner

A girl once I’ve loved asked
“why do you love me?” or “how much do you love me?”

My answer, every time, was
“I love you because… I love you”

Inspiration is …(Wisława Szymborska)

from “The Poet and the World,” Nobel Lecture, 1996

Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists.
There is, there has been, there will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It’s made up of all those who’ve consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination.

It may include doctors, teachers, gardeners-I could list a hundred more professions. Their work becomes one continuous adventure as long as they manage to keep discovering new challenges in it. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem that they solve.

Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.”

This is why I value that little phrase “I don’t know” so highly. It’s small, but it flies on mighty wings

Wisława Szymborska (1923 ~ 2012)