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