THE TIDES

I grew,drenched by nature's waters,
like a molusk in ocean phosphor:
in me shattered brine reverberated,
and laid down my poper skeleton.
How to explain.Almost without movementçof azure and bitter breath,
one by one the waves repeated
what I gave out,and throbbed,
tine brine and juice formed me:
the disdain,the desire of a wave,
the green rhythm that from the hidden bulk
lifted up a translucent edifice,
that secret,it clasped to itself,and so
I sensed that I might pulse as it did:
that my song might grow with the waters.

From;Pablo Neruda chilean poet,Memorial de Isla Negra
Image:Henry Moore 1895,english painter in Google