By Pablo Neruda
Translated by Alaistar Reid
Some time, man o woman, traveler,
afterwards, when I am not alive,
look here, look for me here
between the stonesw and the ocean,
in the light storming
in the foam.
Look here, look for me here,
for here is where I shall come, saying nothing,
no voice, no mounth, pure,
here I shall be again the movement
of the water, of
it’s wild heart
were is shall be both bost and found -
here I shall be perhaps both stone and silence.