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THE EIGHTH OF SEPTEMBER

This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.

This day, the storm-driven ocean
lifted us up in a kiss
so exalted we trembled
at the lightning flash
and bound as one, fell,
and drowned, without being unbound.

This day our bodies grew
stretched out to Earth’s limits,
orbited there, melded there
to one globe of wax, or a meteor’s flame.

A strange door opened, between us,
and someone, with no face as yet,
waited for us there.

autógrafo

Pablo Neruda
Translation by A. S. Kline


«Los versos del capitán» (1952)  
El Amor


español Original version

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