Invocation by Pablo Neruda — Read

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Ferocious unburied woman, wounded rose, rose tree even in errant death.

Goodbye, body penetrated by Paita's dust, flower head demolished by the sand and gales.

Here I invoke you so that you return to become a flickering ancient, a rose still radiant.

May whatever survives of you unite until your adored bones are named.

The Lover in his dream will sense the call.

Someone, at last, she, the lost one approaches.

The sailor lady will voyage in a singular ship again with the dream and the dreaming Lover, the two now reunited in the nakedness of the truth; cruel ashes of a ray that did not bury death, or devour the salt, or swallow the dunes.