April 18, 2013

Ocean’s Twelve

Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit
of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,
I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel,
your vigilant spaces of air and darkness,
and the power of your white tongue,
that shatters and overthrows columns,
breaking them down to your proper purity.

From The Wide Ocean (Canto General) by Pablo Neruda

April 1, 2013

From the Wave

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