Nothing More ... by Neruda
I made my contract with the truth
to restore light to the earth.
I wished to be like bread.
The struggle never found me wanting.
But here I am with what I loved,
with the solitude I lost.
In the shadow of the stone, I do not rest.
The sea is working, working in my silence.
translated by Alastair Reid
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