Explore "The People" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
That man I remember well, and at least two centuries have passed since I last saw him; he traveled neither on horseback nor in a carriage, always on foot he undid the distances, carrying neither sword nor weapon but nets on his shoulder, ax or hammer or spade; he never fought with another of his kind- his struggle was with water or with earth, with the wheat, for it to become bread, with the towering tree, for it to yield wood, with walls, to open doors in them, with sand, to form it into walls, and with the sea, to make it bear fruit.
I knew him and he goes on haunting me.