American sand, solemn by Pablo Neruda — Read

American sand, solemn plantation, red cordillera, children, brothers and sisters stripped by the old storms, let's join each living kernel before it returns to the earth, and may the new corn that comes forth have heard your words and repeat them and multiply.

And may they sing to one another day and night, and bite and consume one another, and be scattered throughout the earth, and become, suddenly, silence, plunge beneath the stones, find the nocturnal doors, and again rise to be born, to be sown, to perform like bread, like hope, like the ships' air.