Explore "The Rivers Come Forth" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Lover of the rivers, assailed by blue water and transparent drops, like a veined tree your specter of a dark goddess that eats apples: when you awakened, naked, you were tattooed by the rivers, and in the wet heights your head filled the world with fresh dew.
Water trembled on your waist.
You were shaped by fountainheads and lakes glistened on your brow.
From your maternal density you gathered the water like vital tears, dredged the sandy riverbeds through the planetary night, traversing harsh dilated stones, shattering on your way all the salt of geology, cutting forests of compact walls, sundering the quartz's muscles.