Since 1952

While things are settling down
here I’ve left my testament
my shifting extravagaria
So whoever goes on reading it will never take in anything
except the constant moving of a clear and bewildered man
a man rainy and happy
lively and autumn-minded. And now I’m going behind
this page, but not disappearing
I’ll dive into clear air
like a swimmer in the sky
and then get back to growing
til one day I’m so small
that the wind will take me away
and I won’t know my own name
and I won’t be there when I wake
Then I will sing the silences

~Pablo Neruda
Autumn Testament