‘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 (4)

How quaintly he personifies the noes and talks directly to it, as if it has life.
This is certainly a different topic- the unattractive nose and how it smells both the rose and the rank with equal energy. Oddly enough, I enjoyed the piece.
I wonder why you discontinue thy lines, sire.
Intense and smart with passionate riding towards a valley of unending desire. Fantastic smell inspires the readers.