In the center of the earth
In the center of the earth I will push aside the emeralds so that I can see you--- you like an amanuensis, with a pen of water, copying the green sprigs of plants. What a world! What deep parsley! What a ship sailing through the sweetness! And you, maybe---and me, maybe---a topaz. There'll be no more dissensions in the bells.
There won't be anything but all the fresh air, apples carried on the wind, the succulent book in the woods:
and there where the carnations breathe, we will begin to make ourselves a clothing, something to last through the eternity of a victorious kiss.
-Pablo Neruda in translation










