Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Ode to Enchanted Light

The light under the trees,
the light from high heaven.
The green
arbor
light
that flashes
in the leaf
and falls like fresh
white sand.

A grasshopper lifts
its sawing sound
over the clearness.

The world
is a full glass
of water.

-Pablo Neruda

1 comment:

Jessi said...

I like that!!!