"Heaven has a road, but no one travels it; Hell has no gate, but men will bore through to get there."

Friday, November 11, 2011

Maremoto/Seaquake by Pablo Neruda

Touch this harvest:
here my hands worked
diminutive tombs of salt
destined for beings and substances,
ferocious in their livid beauty,
in their limestone stigmas,
because they will feed us
and other beings
with so much flowering and devouring light.

Here, being and not being were combined
in radiant and hungry structures:
life burns and death passes
like a flash of lightening.
I am the only witness
to the electricity and the splendor
that fills the devouring calm.

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