Of hardening the earth

Of hardening the earth

stones took charge:

very soon

they had wings:

the very stones

flying away:

the ones that survived

climbed up

thunder and lightning,

gave forth a shout in the night,

water sign,

violet sword,

meteor.

The sky

succulent

had more than clouds,

more than space with scent of oxygen,

it had a terrestrial stone

here and there, shining,

made into a dove,

into a bell,

magnitude, penetrating

wind,

phosphoric bolt, salt of the sky.

Pablo Neruda