I came across this poem in research for the book I’m writing. I thought it was amazing so I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy.
by Pablo Neruda
This evening, each hour, it grows earlier:
each splendor, each shadow,
each twilight, dawns anew on our world:
its exigent face
and changelessly changes its garment:
each night or in delicate daybreak
the long silence of glaciers,
summer’s reddening apple:
all is vagabond as the wind:
time idles, immobile,
hueless and heatless, sunless and starless:
nothing avails but the absolute
Goodbye and goodbye. Nothing changes.