Explore "Saddlery" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
For me this saddle designed like a heavy rose in silver and leather, gently sloped, smooth and durable.
Every cut is a hand, every stitch a life in which the unity of forest lives, a chain of eyes and horses, lives on.
Grains of wheat shaped it, woodlands and water hardened it, the opulent harvest gave it pride, metal and wrought morocco leather: and so from misfortune and dominion, this throne set forth through the meadowlands.