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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. 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.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 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.
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宋晓贤的诗（四） This entry was posted on 1/22/2007 8:41 PM and is filed under Poems. 钱德勒湖边的寒娜 从你拍摄的照片上看 钱德勒湖的水冻住了 海鸥要到春天才能回来 你们的房子，象一只鸟巢 而雪来了，就赖着不走 把一年来的琐碎与尘事淹没 下午无事，我也很想 到钱德勒湖边走走 但中间隔着一个太平洋 CommentsDisplay comments as (Linear | Threaded)
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