Pablo Neruda’s Poem
Do you see these hands? They have measured
the earth, they have separated
minerals and grain,
they have made peace and war,
they have demolished the distances
of all the seas and rivers,
nevertheless,
when they move over you,
little one,
grain of wheat, swallow,
they can not encompass you,
they are weary seeking
the twin doves
that rest or fly in your breast,
they travel the distance of your legs,
they coil in the light of your waist.
For me you are a treasure more laden
with immensity than the sea and its branches
and you are white and blue and spacious like
the earth at harvest time.
In that territory,
from your feet to your brow,
walking, walking, walking,
I shall spend my life.