Pablo Neruda

My thirst, my boundless desire

creation

so rich in life that its flowers perish

and it is full of sadness

You fill everything, you fill everything

Let's see how many stars are smashed in the pool

Like them you are tall and taciturn,

and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage

I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated

that had been sleeping in your soul

I go so far as to think that you own the universe.

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,

dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want

to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, "The night is starry

and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."