Tie your heart at night to mine, love.

In the stillness of the night, let our hearts be united as one.

For when we do, both of us will have the strength to defeat the darkness that looms around us.

Just like twin drums beating in the forest, our combined force will resonate powerfully.

The sound will reverberate through the thick and heavy wall of wet leaves, cutting through the silence and the gloom.

Together, we are like a force of nature, unyielding and determined.

No matter how dark the night may be, our love will shine through and overcome all obstacles.

So, hold my hand and let our hearts be intertwined, for in this union lies the key to战胜 the darkness and finding the light.

Neruda is my all-time favorite poet. His works have always had a profound impact on me. Ever since I discovered Sonnet XVII, those were truly indescribable feelings. The beauty and depth of that sonnet simply blew me away. I love it to an extent that words cannot fully express.

And then, to find out that it has been translated into my mother tongue in such a beautifully crafted manner, it was like a dream come true. Oh God, hats off to Aan Mansyur for this remarkable translation. It has allowed me to experience the essence of Neruda's words in a language that is so dear to me.

I am truly grateful for the work of Aan Mansyur and for the opportunity to have access to this wonderful translation of Sonnet XVII. It has added a new dimension to my appreciation of Neruda's poetry and has deepened my love for this great poet.

Pablo Neruda is an amazing poet.

When we read his poetry, we decipher the love between the lines, just as spring makes the cherry trees do.

His words have the power to touch our hearts and souls, transporting us to a world of beauty and emotion.

Neruda's poetry is like a gentle breeze that caresses our faces, or a warm sun that shines on our lives.

It has the ability to make us feel joy, sadness, and everything in between.

His works are a testament to the power of language and the human spirit.

Whether we are reading his love poems or his political works, we are always left with a sense of wonder and inspiration.

Pablo Neruda's poetry is a gift that will continue to be cherished for generations to come.

“Hangi yollardan geçip de vardın gönlüme?”

“Seviyorum seni belirgin sevgisi gibi karanlık nesnelerin,

gizliden gizliye, gölge ile ruh arasında.”

“Sevmiyorum dememden bileceksin sevdiğimi,

yaşamın iki yüzü olmasından gelir bu,

söz bir kanattır sessizlikten gelen,

soğuk değil midir ateşin bir yarısı…”

“İki hayatlıdır aşkım seni severken.

Bu yüzden sevmediğim zaman da seviyorum seni,

Bu yüzden sevdiğim zaman da seviyorum.”

“Aşk diyorum ya güvercinlerle doluyor dünya.

Baharı getiriyor her hecem benim.”

“Belki de var olmamak sen olmadan var olmaktır”

“Kim, söyleyin kim kaçabilir adımlarından

Sessiz ve kıyıcı koşturan bir yüreğin?”

***Şiir onu yazana değil, ona ihtiyacı olana da ait değil.

Bu şiirlerin hepsi Matilde’ye ait Sayın Neruda.

Yazılana.

Ben ikna oldum bir erkeğin bir kadını bu kadar sevebileceğine.

Ne pahalı hediyeler, ne de gösterişler, bir seviyi anlatmanın en nahif yolu, şiirler.

The words of these poems seem to float in the air, carrying a profound and passionate message of love. Neruda's expressions of love are so intense and unique. He describes how love enters his heart through unknown paths, like a mysterious force. The way he compares his love to the hidden aspects of dark objects, between shadow and soul, is truly captivating. His love is twofold, existing even when he claims not to love. The world fills with doves when he says "love," and each step brings the spring. These beautiful and thought-provoking lines make me believe that a man can love a woman this deeply. It's not about expensive gifts or showy displays; the simplest way to express love is through poetry. And these poems belong not only to the one who writes them but also to the one who needs them. They are a testament to the power of love and the beauty of language.

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda is a profound and beautiful expression of love. The poet begins by stating that his love is not like a salt rose, topaz, or the arrow of carnations shot off by fire. Instead, he loves as certain dark things are loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. This shows that his love is not the ordinary kind that is easily seen or understood. It is a deep and hidden love that exists within the recesses of his being.

He further compares his love to a plant that never blooms but carries within itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to the beloved's love, a certain solid fragrance has risen from the earth and lives darkly in his body. This emphasizes the transformative power of love and how it can bring out the hidden beauty and essence within a person.

The poet then declares that he loves without knowing how, when, or from where. He loves straightforwardly, without complexities or pride. His love is pure and simple, untainted by any ulterior motives or ego. He loves because he knows no other way, and his love is so intense that it blurs the boundaries between himself and the beloved. They are so close that the beloved's hand on his chest is his own hand, and their eyes close together as he falls asleep. This final image is a powerful and moving one that captures the essence of true love and the sense of unity and connection that it brings.

Need I say more......

**Title: The Beauty of "Cien Sonetos De Amor" by Pablo Neruda**

Pablo Neruda's "Cien Sonetos De Amor" (100 Love Sonnets) is a masterpiece set against the enchanting backdrop of Isla Negra. The sea, wind, white sand, scattered wild flowers, hot sun, and salty smells of the Pacific all contribute to the romantic atmosphere. The poet's love for Matilde Urrutia de Neruda, his "beloved wife," is beautifully expressed in these sonnets.
One of the sonnets, "Don't go far off, not even for a day," showcases Neruda's deep longing and dependence on his love. He describes the pain and emptiness that would consume him if she were to leave, even for a short time. The vivid imagery of an empty station and choking smoke emphasizes the intensity of his emotions.
In Iran, this collection has been published under various titles, such as "ابدیت یک بوسه" (The Beginning of a Kiss). Neruda was a people's poet, standing beside his fellow countrymen through all their hardships. His poems, especially those written after the Spanish Civil War, reflect the struggles and hopes of the people.
Perhaps it was because of his connection with the people that Neruda was widely respected and loved wherever he went. He was not just a poet but a heart that encompassed an entire country. His love for nature, beauty, peace, and the people, and ultimately, for himself, was fueled by his passionate love for Matilde.
Neruda dedicated much of his work, especially in "ابدیت یک بوسه" and "هوا را از من بگیر خنده ات را نه" (Take the Air from Me but Not Your Laughter), to expressing this love and its profound impact on his life. His words continue to touch the hearts of readers around the world, even after all these years.

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He is deeply in love, and the poetries he writes are extremely romantic, which is truly beautiful.

It is evident that he really loves his wife with all his heart. However, I have grown tired of some of them.

For me, they seem a bit redundant and exaggerated at times.

Nevertheless, I do have two favorites, specifically the ones on page 19 and 105.

They were okay, but I don't have the desire to read them again.

Overall, while the poetries have their charm, they also have their drawbacks that have led to my somewhat mixed feelings.

Maybe with a different perspective or a fresh reading, my opinion could change, but for now, this is how I feel about them.

"Se Me Esqueceres

I want you to know

a thing.

You know how it is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything leads me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were small boats that sail

to your islands that wait for me.

But now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I will stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

because I will already have forgotten you.

If you think that the wind of flags

that passes through my life

is vast and crazy

and you decide

to leave me on the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

think

that on that day,

at that hour

I will raise my arms

and my roots will come out

in search of another land.

However

if every day,

at every hour,

you feel destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if every day a flower

a flower rises to your lips in search of me,

oh my love, oh my beloved,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine."

"Eu Simplesmente Amo-te

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I simply love you, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I know no other way of loving but this, where there is no I or you, so intimately that your hand on my chest is my hand, so intimately that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

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It's crucial to approach such topics with an open and informed mind, considering different perspectives and the potential consequences. Additionally, it's essential to ensure that any consumption of pornographic material is done in a responsible and legal manner. Whether one is a saphosexual or not, it's important to respect one's own boundaries and the boundaries of others when it comes to sexual and intimate matters.

Overall, while this may be porn for saphosexuals, it's just one aspect of a much broader discussion about sex, sexuality, and the role of porn in our lives.

Hundrede kærlighedssonetter af Pablo Neruda is a collection of poems that I have been looking forward to reading for a long time. I have always heard so much about the author, and although I don't know enough, I have always been fascinated. However, unfortunately, I never plunged into reading until now. And it was by no means a disappointment.

The language is really sharp and so spacious. I will try to explain - it is as if everything falls into place and although there is an unfathomable depth in the poems, it all seems so simple. As if it all makes sense. Normally, I would think that texts like Neruda's would seem over-read and "too" romantic in the style of Oehlenschläger, where it (in my opinion) plays on banalities and clichés. But although it is the big feelings, the really big love and wild descriptions of nature, love and nature play together, merge into a higher unity and replace each other where one has shortcomings.

It is clear that landscapes, nature and culture play into the poems. One can feel that it is written in Spanish. The tone is different, perhaps more pompous and embracing, but it works. The language prickles and enchants one to continue reading.

When I read the collection of poems, I had to stop and take breaks. Not because it is heavy reading, but rather because there is a need for peace for reflection and thoughtfulness. It is wonderful to let the poems unfold and they touched on many feelings - peace, forgiveness and the really big love. I would love to read the poems in Spanish and see if it feels the same. A great and beautiful edition of Pablo Neruda! I will definitely read more.

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Σ αγαπώ μη γνωρίζοντας πως, από που και ποτε.

Σ αγαπώ στα ίσια δίχως προβήματα και περηφάνια.

Σ αγαπώ έτσι γιατί δεν ξέρω με αλλο τρόπο.

Παρά μ'ετούτον όπου δεν είμαι μήτε είσαι,

που το χέρι σου πάνω μου το νιώθω σα δικό μου,

που όταν κοιμάμαι κλείνουν και τα δικά σου μάτια.

This beautiful poem expresses a deep and profound love. The poet loves someone without knowing how, from where, and when. This love is pure and without any problems or pride. The poet loves in this way because he doesn't know any other way.

Despite the fact that they may not be together, the poet still feels the touch of the loved one's hand as if it were his own. And when he closes his eyes to sleep, he imagines that the loved one's eyes are also closing.

This shows that the love between them is so strong that it transcends physical distance and time. It is a love that is felt in the heart and soul, and it will always be there, no matter what.

Matilde, where are you?

I noticed, down there under my necktie and just above the heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs. You were gone that quickly.

I needed the light of your energy. I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, with nothing left but tragic windows.

Out of sheer taciturnity, the ceiling listens to the fall of the ancient leafless rain, to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned.

So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

~ from the book

When I die I want your hands on my eyes.

When I die I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me one more time, to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind, for you to smell the sea that we loved together and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.

I want for what I love to go on living and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything. For that, go on flowering, flowery one.

So that you reach all that my love orders for you, so that my shadow passes through your hair, so that they know by this the reason for my song.

~ from the book