Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)

Love, love, the clouds to the tower of the sky
climbed like triumphant washerwomen
And everything glowed in blue, all was a star:
The sea, the boat, the day were exiled together.

Come and sea the cherries of the water in constellation,
And the round kea of the fast universe.
Come and touch the fire of the instantaneous blue
Come before its petals are consumed.

There is no water but light, quantities, cluster,
Space opened by the virtues of the wind
Until liberating the last secrets of the foam. 

And between so many blues- heavenly, submerged
Our eyes are lost, divining with difficulty
The powers of the air, the keys under the sea.