The Island
(XVII)
You pillars of light,
mournful and beautiful,
sowing the ocean with statues and necklaces,
calcareous eye,
eidolon of opening water,
cry of petrel's bereavement,
sea tooth, Oceanic bride of the wind -
- O separate rose cut
from the rose tree, stripped petal by petal
till a sea change was wrought and all was
archipelago,
green diadem,
natural star,
alone in your dynasty's solitude
inapprehensible to the last, elusive,
abandoned,
like a waterdrop falling, like a grape,
like a sea.
~Neruda,
Barren Terrain |
