«Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter» by Pablo Neruda
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks the clear light bursts and enacts its rose, and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds, to one drop of blue salt, falling.
O bright magnolia bursting in the foam, magnetic transient whose death blooms and vanishes--being, nothingness--forever: broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea.
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.