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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476133" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wide Ocean</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit<br>of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,<br>I would choose your far-off repose, your contour of steel,<br>your vigilant spaces of air and darkness,<br>and the power of your white tongue,<br>that shatters and overthrows columns,<br>breaking them down to your proper purity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the final breaker, heavy with brine,<br>that thunders onshore, and creates<br>the silence of sand, that encircles the world,<br>but the inner spaces of force,<br>the naked power of the waters,<br>the immoveable solitude, brimming with lives.<br>It is Time perhaps, or the vessel filled<br>with all motion, pure Oneness,<br>that death cannot touch, the visceral green<br>of consuming totality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only a salt kiss remains of the drowned arm,<br>that lifts a spray: a humid scent,<br>of the damp flower, is left,<br>from the bodies of men. Your energies<br>form, in a trickle that is not spent,<br>form, in retreat into silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The falling wave,<br>arch of identity, shattering feathers,<br>is only spume when it clears, <br>and returns to its source, unconsumed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your whole force heads for its origin.<br>The husks that your load threshes,<br>are only the crushed, plundered, deliveries,<br>that your act of abundance expelled,<br>all those that take life from your branches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your form extends beyond breakers,<br>vibrant, and rhythmic, like the chest, cloaking<br>a single being, and its breathings,<br>that lift into the content of light,<br>plains raised above waves,<br>forming the naked surface of earth.<br>You fill your true self with your substance.<br>You overflow curve with silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vessel trembles with your salt and sweetness,<br>the universal cavern of waters,<br>and nothing is lost from you, as it is<br>from the desolate crater, or the bay of a hill,<br>those empty heights, signs, scars,<br>guarding the wounded air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your petals throbbing against the Earth,<br>trembling your submarine harvests,<br>your menace thickening the smooth swell,<br>with pulsations and swarming of schools,<br>and only the thread of the net raises<br>the dead lightning of fish-scale,<br>one wounded millimetre, in the space<br>of your crystal completeness.</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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