In the center of the earth by Pablo Neruda In the center of the earth I will
push aside
the emeralds so that I can see
you---
you like an amanuensis, with a pen
of water, copying the green sprigs
of plants.
What a world! What deep parsley!
What a ship sailing through the
sweetness!
And you, maybe---and me, maybe---a
topaz.
There'll be no more dissensions in
the bells.
There won't be anything but all the
fresh air,
apples carried on the wind,
the succulent book in the woods:
and there where the carnations
breathe, we will begin
to make ourselves a clothing,
something to last
through the eternity of a victorious
kiss.
Art by Anna Parini
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