Quotes About Transformation

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.

I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it's own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday

But you, cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel. You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves. Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration, ah, I can say nothing!  You were made of everything.

Todo era de los otros y de nadie, hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza llenaron el otoño de regalos.

Es la hora, amor mío, de apartar esta rosa sombría, cerrar las estrellas, enterrar la ceniza en la tierra: y en la insurrección de la luz, despertar con los que despertaron o seguir en el sueño alcanzando la otra orilla del mar que no tiene otra orilla.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain, and link by link, and step by step; sharpen the knives you kept hidden away, thrust them into my breast, into my hands, like a torrent of sunbursts, an Amazon of buried jaguars, and leave me cry: hours, days and years, blind ages, stellar centuries.

Give me the sorrow of the entire world, I will turn it into hope.

I was born anew, owner of my own darkness.

Did the loneliness die that night? Or was I born then, of my solitude?

Dónde está el niño que yo fui, sigue dentro de mí o se fue? Sabe que no lo quise nunca y que tampoco me quería? Por qué anduvimos tanto tiempo creciendo para separarnos? Por qué no morimos los dos cuando mi infancia se murió? Y si el alma se me cayó por qué me sigue el esqueleto?

Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to die in the apple?

Put aside your mantles of mourning, join all your tears until you make them metal: for

I go from loving to not loving you From waiting to not waiting

What does old ash say when it passes near the fire? Que dice la vieja ceniza cuando camina junto al fuego?

A multidão humana foi a maior lição da minha vida. Posso chegar a ela com a inerente timidez do poeta, com o receio do tímido; mas, uma vez no seu seio, sinto-me transfigurado.. Sou parte da essencial maioria, sou mais uma folha da grande árvore humana.

De tanto amor mi vida se tiñó de violeta y fui de rumbo en rumbo como las aves ciegas hasta llegar a tu ventana, amiga mía: tú sentiste un rumor de corazón quebrado y allí de las tinieblas me levanté a tu pecho, sin ser y sin saber fui a la torre de trigo, surgí para vivir entre tus manos, me levanté del mar a tu alegría.

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos. * Voglio fare con te ciò che la primavera fa con i ciliegi.

Nunca ame sino sombras que transforme en estatuas y no sabia yo que no vivia Mi orgullo me iba transformando en piedra, hasta que tu, Rosia, despertando desnuda, despertaste mi sangre y mis deberes.

Quero fazer contigo o que a primavera faz com as cerejeiras

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces, they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen. This is how you become everything that lives.

Love, what does it matter that time, the very time that raised two flames, two waving heads of wheat, my body and your gentleness, tomorrow will hold them safe or mill the grain, and with those same unseen fingers erase the identities that separate us, giving us the final victory of being one beneath the ground. — Pablo Neruda, from "Ode to Time," Selected Odes of Pablo Neruda (California Press, 1990)

You change between teeth and desire into nothing but cool light that loosens into a stream that touched us singing. And thus you don't weigh us down in the burning siesta hour, you don't weigh us down, you just go by and your great heart like a cold ember changed into the water of a single drop. — Pablo Neruda, from "Ode to a Watermelon," Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon: Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda (HarperFlamingo, 1997)