Explore "Farewell to the Offerings of the Sea" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Return, return to the sea from these pages!
Fishes, mollusks, seaweed, escapees from the cold, return to the waist of the Pacific, to the giddy kiss of the wave, to the secret logic of rock.
Oh hidden ones, naked ones, submerged ones, slippery ones, it is the time of division and separation: paper reclaims me, the ink, the inkwells, the printing presses, the letters, the illustrations, the characters and numbers jumbled in riverbeds from where they ambush me: the women, and the men want my love, ask for my company, the children from Petorca, from Atacama, from Arauco, from Loncoche, also want to play with the poet!
A train waits for me, a ship loaded with apples, an airplane, a plow some thorns.
Goodbye, harvested fruits of the water, farewell, imperially dressed shrimps,
I will return, we will return to the unity now interrupted.
I belong to the sand:
I will return to the round sea and to its flora and to its fury: but for now-I'll wander whistling through the streets.