by Pablo Neruda (from “Isla Negra”)   Leave a comment

Some other time, man or woman, traveler,
later, when I am not alive,
look here, look for me
between stone and ocean,
in the light storming
through the foam.
Look here, look for me,
for here I will return, without saying a thing,
without voice, without mouth, pure,
here I will return to be the churning
of the water, of
it’s unbroken heart,
here, I will be discovered and lost:
here, I will, perhaps, be stone and silence.

Posted April 10, 2012 by anniespence in Uncategorized

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