"To harden the earth
the rocks took charge:
instantly
they grew wings:
the rocks
that soared:
the survivors flew up
the lightening bolt,
screamed in the night,
a watermark,
a violet sword,
a meteor.
The succulent sky
had not only clouds,
not only space smelling of oxygen,
but an earthy stone
flashing here and there
changed into a dove,
changed into a bell,
into immensity, into a piercing wind:
into a phosphorescent arrow,
into salt of the sky."
the rocks took charge:
instantly
they grew wings:
the rocks
that soared:
the survivors flew up
the lightening bolt,
screamed in the night,
a watermark,
a violet sword,
a meteor.
The succulent sky
had not only clouds,
not only space smelling of oxygen,
but an earthy stone
flashing here and there
changed into a dove,
changed into a bell,
into immensity, into a piercing wind:
into a phosphorescent arrow,
into salt of the sky."
- - Pablo Neruda - -
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