ODE TO THE ENCHANTED LIGHT
by Pablo Neruda (translated by Ken Krabbenhoft)
Under the trees light
has dropped from the top of the sky.
light
like a green
latticework of branches.
shining
on every leaf,
drifting down like clean
white sand.
A cicada sends
its sawing song
high into the empty air.
The world is
a glass overflowing
with water.
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