Saturday, March 14, 2020

Entrance Of The Rivers


Beloved of the rivers, beset
By azure water and transparent drops, 
Like a tree of veins your spectre 
Of dark goddess biting apples: 
And then awakening naked 
To be tattoed by the rivers, 
And in the wet heights your head 
Filled the world with new dew. 

Water rose to your waist,
You are made of wellsprings 
And lakes shone on your forehead. 
From your sources of density you drew 
Water like vital tears 
And hauled the riverbeds to the sand 
Across the planetary night, 
Crossing rough, dilated stone, 
Breaking down on the way 
All the salt of geology, 
Cutting through forests of compact walls 
Dislodging the muscles of quartz.

Poem by Pablo Neruda

I've see it in Muscles of Quartz blog by Sean Turner

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