THE SEA - PABLO NERUDA

THE SEA - PABLO NERUDA

  18/ SEP/ 2019

I need the sea because it teaches me:

I don't know if I learn music or awareness:
I don't know if it's a wave alone or being deep
or just hoarse voice or dazzling
assumption of fish and ships.
The fact is that even when I'm asleep
somehow magnetic circle
in the university of the waves.
It's not just crushed shells
as if some trembling planet
gradual death will participate,
no, from the fragment I reconstruct the day,
from a streak of salt the stalactite
and of a spoonful the immense god.
What once taught me I keep it! It's air
unceasing wind, water and sand.
It seems little to the young man
who came here to live with their fires,
and yet the pulse rising
and went down to his abyss,
the cold blue crackling
the crumbling of the star,
the tender unfold of the wave
wasting snow with the foam,
still power there determined
like a throne of stone in the deep,
replaced the enclosure in which they grew
stubborn sadness, piling oblivion,
and abruptly changed my existence:
I gave my adhesion to pure movement.