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Sharing Poetry: Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII" →
Wow this poem is stunning. Neruda knows his stuff. sharingpoetry: 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…
I don’t know if I’ve come of age, but I’m certainly older now....– Oliver Tate, Submarine
Oliver Tate: Ask me how deep the ocean is.
Jordana Bevan: Shut up.
Oliver Tate: Come on, just ask me.
Jordana Bevan: Why?
Oliver Tate: 'Cause I know the answer.
Jordana Bevan: Oh! Do you?
Oliver Tate: Yes, I do.
Jordana Bevan: How deep is the ocean?
Oliver Tate: I'm not gonna say.
Jordana Bevan: I'm brokenhearted.
Oliver Tate: The ocean is six miles deep.
Jordana Bevan: Good.
Dan: What do you want?
Alice: To be loved.
Dan: That simple?
Alice: It's a big want.
Sharing Poetry: Elizabeth Bishop, “One Art” →
sharingpoetry: The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: