‘in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones’

In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
to one drop of azure brine that falls.
O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,
magnetic voyager whose death flowers
and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:
shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.
Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence
while the sea destroys its continual forms,
collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness,
because in the weft of those unseen garments
of headlong water, and perpetual sand,
we bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

by Pablo Neruda

Comments (6)

Love it very nice poem
I felt every word... This is great!
so lines wonderful and excellent writing
wonderful so nice write some more its wonderful and inspired me to write a poem like this
very good. i feel it. what a bond
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