{"id":1529,"date":"2017-10-25T03:56:29","date_gmt":"2017-10-25T10:56:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/?p=1529"},"modified":"2022-09-30T12:05:22","modified_gmt":"2022-09-30T19:05:22","slug":"soneto-xvii-pablo-neruda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/soneto-xvii-pablo-neruda\/","title":{"rendered":"Soneto XVII \u2013 Pablo Neruda"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Soneto XVII<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de chaveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que acendio de la tierra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

XVII Sonnet<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

17. \u015eiir \u2014 benim terc\u00fcmem<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ben seni bir g\u00fcl veya de\u011ferli ta\u015f\u0131 sevdi\u011fim gibi seviyor de\u011filim
veya ate\u015fin f\u0131rlatt\u0131\u011f\u0131 karanfillerin oklar\u0131 gibi
Ben seni baz\u0131 karanl\u0131k yerlerin sevilmesi gibi seviyorum
gizlice, g\u00f6lge ile can aras\u0131nda<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ben seni hen\u00fcz a\u00e7amam\u0131\u015f bir goncay\u0131 sevdi\u011fim gibi seviyorum
hani kendi i\u00e7inde \u00e7i\u00e7eklerin \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 saklayan
Senin a\u015fk\u0131nla \u00f6zel bir koku
topraktan y\u00fckselip, bende ya\u015f\u0131yor<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ben seni nas\u0131l, ni\u00e7in, ne zaman veya nereden, bilmeden seviyorum
Ben seni dosdo\u011fru seviyorum, karma\u015f\u0131kl\u0131k veya gururdan yoksun
Ben seni seviyorum \u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc ba\u015fka t\u00fcrl\u00fcs\u00fc nas\u0131l olur; do\u011frusu bilemiyorum<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u015f\u00f6ylesine: ben yokum, asl\u0131nda sen de yoksun
g\u00f6\u011fs\u00fcmdeki elin o kadar yak\u0131n ki, o benim elim
o kadar yak\u0131n ki g\u00f6zlerin, onlar kapand\u0131\u011f\u0131nda ben de uyuyorum<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Soneto XVII No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacioo flecha de chaveles que propagan el fuego:te amo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1529","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-humans"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1529","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1529"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1529\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1794,"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1529\/revisions\/1794"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1529"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1529"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cetinkayakoc.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1529"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}