Neruda II
Here's another poem from 'Las piedras del cielo' (Skystones) by Neruda:IV
When everything was altitude,
Altitude,
Altitude,
There waited the cold emerald,
The gazing emerald:
It was an eye,
It looked,
And was the centre of the sky,
The centre of the void:
The emerald
Looked:
Fine, hard, immensely green,
As if it was an eye of the ocean,
An eye still in the water,
A drop of God, a victory
Of the cold, green tower.
posted by moor-rambler @ 6:03 AM
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