From All the Odes, by Pablo Neruda, edited (and translated) by Ilan Stavans
SOMEDAY, WINTER
"I will be able to reach
your tallest space of whiteness
without you biting me,
I will pass by while greeting
your unchained monarchy.
I will tip my hat
under the same rain
of my childhood
because I will be sure
of your waters..."
From 220 / Ode to Winter
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