By Pablo Neruda
"It was the twilight of the iguana
from the rainbow-arched battlements
his tongue like a dart
plunged into the greenness
The monastic ant-swarm walked
through the jungle with melodious feet,
The wild guanaco, thin as oxygen
in the wide gray heights,
moved wearing boots of gold,
while the llama opened his guileless
eyes in the transparency
of a world filled with dew.
The monkeys braided a thread
endlessly erotic
along the shores of the dawn,
demolishing walls of pollen
and scaring off the violet flight
of the butterflies of Muzo.
It was the night of the alligators
the night pure and pullulating
with snouts emerging from the slime,
and out of the sleepy marshes
an opaque noise of armor
returned to the earth it came from.
The jaguar touched the leaves
with his phosphorescent absence,
The puma runs on the branches
like a devouring fire
while inside him burn
the jungle's alcoholic eyes.
The badgers scratch the feet
of the river, sniff out the nest
whose throbbing delight
they'll attack with red teeth.
And in the depths of the all-powerful water
like the circle of the earth,
lies the giant anaconda,
covered with ritual mud,
devouring and religious."
