An Ode to Air (Pablo Neruda)

Wandering on a road
I found air.
I greeted it and said
with respect:
“I’m glad
for once you’ve left
your transparency,
so we can talk.”
Come with me,
we still have much
to dance and sing.
Let’s go
across the sea,
to the top of the hills.
Let’s go
where a new spring
is flowering
and in a bump from the wind
and the song,
let us give flowers away,
aroma,
fruit,
the air of tomorrow.

Excerpts from “An Ode to Air” by Pablo Neruda (Chilean, 1904-73)

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