Explore "The Flower" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Oh love, heart of sand!
Oh woman, buried in life's full flower, resting without a tomb, hellfiery little girl in memories, sword-tinted angel.
Oh invincible victor of war and sun and cruel dew.
Oh supreme flower seized by tenderness and austerity.
Oh puma, gifted sky blue claws, oh bloody palm tree, tell me why the lips that kissed fire remained mute, and the hands that caressed the diamond's secret powers, the strings of the wind's violin,
God's scimitar- drew near the dark coast.
And those eyes, opening and closing in all brilliance, remained here, staring at the way the waves came and went, at how oblivion came and went, and at how time did not return: only loneliness without a way out, and these rocks with terrible soul, smeared by pelicans.
Oh comrade lady, I don't understand!