Every inch of beach

Poem By: Pablo Neruda

I need the sea because it teaches me I dont know if its music or awareness. If its single wave or its vast existence. Or only its harsh voice or shining suggestion of fishes and ships. The fact is that until I fall asleep in some magnetic way I move in the university of the waves.

Its not simply some shells crunched as if some shivering planet were giving signs of its gradual death. no I reconstruct the day from a fragment, the stalactite from a sliver of salt. And the great god out of a spoonful.

What it taught me before I keep. Its ceaseless wind, water, and sand.

It seems a small thing for a young man to come here to live with his own fire: nevertheless the pulse that rose and fell from its abyss, the cracking of the blue cold, the wearing away of the star. the soft unfolding of the wave squandering snow from its foam. The quiet power out there sure as a stone shrine in the depths,

replaced my world which were growing stubborn sorrow, gathering oblivion, and my life changed suddenly: as I became part of its pure movement,

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