Song with landscape and river

From Villarica the hills,

the yellow rectangles,

the green horizontal fairground,

the fuchsias violet-mouthed,

furthermore the final pride

of still-living oaks:

I am entering into my own age,

into the waters that gave birth to me.

I was brought into light by the blow

of rain among the clods

and never could open my eyes

full wide, properly:

I remained half-buried

like the forgotten seed

and played with darkness

without forgetting happy days.

Now that in these solitudes

my bones reintegrate

various times I come to be born

by art of the tempestuous sun,

I sink my head into the pasture,

my roots touch the sky.

At Villarica beside the river

Tolten Tolten Tolten Tolten.

Pablo Neruda