- This flesh and the other will be consumed,
- the flower will doubtless perish without residue,
- when death--sterile dawn, desiccated dust--
- comes one day into the girdle of the haughty island,
- and you, statue, daughter of man, will remain
- gazing with the empty eyes that rose
- up through one and another hand of the absent immortals.
- Pablo Neruda - The Builders of Statues
The serious , the satirical & the somewhere inbetween !
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Neruda For Days...
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