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Oceana (1996): Texts
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From Oceana (in Cantos Ceremoniales)
by Pablo Neruda

First Wave
Oceana nupcial, cadera de las islas,
Aquí a mi lado, cántame los desaparecidos
Cantares, signos, números del río deseado.

Second Wave
Quiero oir lo invisible, lo que cayó del tiempo
Al palio equinoccial de las palmeras.
Dame el vino secreto que guarda cada sílaba:
Ir y venir de espumas, razas de miel caídas
Al cántaro marino sobre los arrecifes.

Third Wave
Oceana, reclina tu noche en el Castillo
Que aguardó sin cesar pasar tu cabellera
En cada ola que el mar elevaba en el mar
Y luego no eras tú sino el mar que pasaba,
Sino el mar sino el mar

Aria
Tengo hambre de no ser sino piedra marina
Estatua. Lava, terca torre de monumento
Donde se estrellan olas ya desaparecidas
Mares que fallecieron con cántico y viajero

Chorale of the Reef
Oceana, dame las conchas del arrecife
Parta cubrir con sus relámpagos los muros,
Los Spondylus, heroes coronados de espinas,
El esplendor morado del murex en su roca:
Tú sabes como sobre la sal ultramarina
En su nave de nieve navega el argonauta.

 
Oceana, bridal Oceana, thigh of the islands
Sing to me here, by my side, the vanished
Chants, signs, numbers of the desired river.

 
I want to hear the invisible, that which fell
From time to the equinoctial mantle of the palm trees.
Give me the secret wine contained in each syllable
The coming and going of foams, of races of honey
Fallen to the marine vase over the reefs.

 
Oceana, recline your night in the castle
That awaited forever your mane coming
In each wave that the sea elevated in the sea
And then it wasn't you the one coming
But the sea but the sea

 
I'm craving to be nothing but marine stone,
Statue, lava, tower, a monument
Where the waves that crash have disappeared:
Seas that died with chant and traveler.

 
Oceana, give me the shells of the reef
To cover the walls with their lightning
The Spondylus, heros crowned with thorns
The splendor of the murex on the rocks:
You know how, over the ultramarine salt,
In his vessel of snow, the Argonaut sails.