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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Enigmas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with <br> his golden feet?<br>I reply, the ocean knows this.<br>You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent <br> bell? What is it waiting for?<br>I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.<br>You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?<br>Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.<br>You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal, <br> and I reply by describing<br>how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.<br>You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,<br>which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?<br>Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on <br> the crystal architecture<br>of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?<br>You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean <br> spines?<br> The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?<br> The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out<br> in the deep places like a thread in the water?<br> <br> I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its <br> jewel boxes<br> is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,<br> and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the <br> petal<br> hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light<br> and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall<br> from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead<br> of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,<br> of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes<br> on the timid globe of an orange.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I walked around as you do, investigating<br> the endless star,<br> and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,<br> the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by Robert Bly</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Pablo+Neruda">Pablo Neruda</a><div class=q>
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I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent 
 bell? What is it waiting for?
I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
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