Ancient night and the unruly salt <br />beat at the walls of my house. <br />The shadow is all one, the sky <br />throbs now along with the ocean, <br />and sky and shadow erupt <br />in the crash of their vast conflict. <br />All night long they struggle; <br />nobody knows the name <br />of the harsh light that keeps slowly opening <br />like a languid fruit. <br />So on the coast comes to light, <br />out of seething shadow, the harsh dawn, <br />gnawed at by the moving salt, <br />swept clean by the mass of night, <br />bloodstained in its sea-washed crater.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-in-isla-negra/
