This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.
This day, the storm-driven ocean
lifted us up in a kiss
so exalted we trembled
at the lightning flash
and bound as one, fell,
and drowned, without being unbound.
This day our bodies grew
stretched out to Earth-s limits,
orbited there, melded there
to one globe of wax, or a meteor-s flame.
A strange door opened, between us,
and someone, with no face as yet,
waited for us there.
The Eighth Of September
Pablo Neruda
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