You hear the night glide across the snow <br /> <br />The song fell down from the trees <br />And through the fog sounded voices <br /> <br />I lit my cigar at a glance <br /> <br />Every time I open my lips <br />I flood the void with clouds <br /> <br />In the harbor <br />The masts are full of nests. <br /> <br />And the wind <br />groans in the birds' wings <br /> <br />THE WAVES ROCK THE DEAD SHIP <br /> <br />Whistling on the shore I <br />Look at the star that glows between my fingers<br /><br />Vicente Huidobro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-189/
