Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

The Tree Is Here, Still, In Pure Stone - Poem by Pablo Neruda

The tree is here, still, in pure stone,
in deep evidence, in solid beauty,
layered, through a hundred million years.
Agate, cornelian, gemstone
transmuted the timber and sap
until damp corruptions
fissured the giant's trunk
fusing a parallel being:
the living leaves
unmade themselves
and when the pillar was overthrown
fire in the forest, blaze of the dust-cloud,
celestial ashes mantled it round,
until time, and the lava, created
this gift, of translucent stone.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 22, 2010

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