Canto General

"No one could remember them afterward: the wind forgot them, the language of water was buried, the keys were lost or flooded with silence or blood.Life was not lost, pastoral brothers. But like a wild rose a red rop fell into the dense growth, and a lamp of earth was extinguished."

"To the lands without name or numbers, the wind blew down from other domains, the rain brought celestial threads, and the god of the impregnated altars restored flowers and lives."

"It was the twilight of the iguana."

"I put my brow amid the deep waves, descended like a drop amid the sulphurous peace, and, like a blind man, returned to the jasmine of spent human springtime."

"How many times in the wintry streetsof a city or in a bus or a boat at dusk, or in the deepest loneliness, a night or revelry beneath the sound of shadows and bells, in the very grotto of human pleasure I've tried to stop and seek the eternal unfathomable lode that I touched before on stone or in the lightning unleashed by a kiss."

"Mighty death invited me many times: it was like the invisible salt in the waves, and what its invisible taste disseminated was like halves of sinking and rising or vast structures of wind and glacier."

"I want to know, salt of the roads, show me the spoon - architecture, let me scratch at the stamens of stone with a little stick, ascend the rungs of the air up to the void, scrape the innards until I touch mankind."

"Through the hazy splendor, through the stone night, let me plunge my hand, and let the aged heart of the forsaken beat in me like a bird captive for a thousand years!"

"Rise up to be born with me, my brother."

"Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes. Cling to my body like magnets. Hasten to my veins and to my mouth. Speak through my words and my blood."

"In Cholula the youths wear their finest cloth, gold, and plumes. Aorned for the festival, they question the invader.Death has answered them."

"Everything abounded with death and over the bottomless agony of their ill-starred children, in the territory (gnawed to the bone by rats), they clutched their entrails before killing and being killed."

"Sphere that slowly destroys the night, water, ice, extension assailed by weather and time, with their violent mark, with the blue end of the wild rainbow, my country's feet sink in your shadow and the crushed rose shrieks its dying breath."

"Here comes the tree, thr tree of the storm, the tree of the people. Its heroes rise up from the earth as leaves from the sap, and the wind spangles the whispering multitude's foliage, until the seed falls again from the bread to the earth."

"Aprendió el alfabeto del relámpago."

"Our land - wide land, wilderness - was filled with murmurs, arms, mouths. A mute syllable kept burning, congregating the clandestine rose, until the meadows shook, trampled by metals and gallops.Truth was as hard as a ploughshare.It broke the earth, established desire, sank in its germinal propaganda, and was born in the secret springtime."

"Hunger and pain were the silica of your ancestral sands and a muted tumult, entwined to your peoples' roots, gave the world's freedom an eternity of lightning, of dongs and warriors."

"In our struggle, in our land his crystal was bled, fighting for freedom<br indivisible and banished.In Mexico they impounded the water of the Spanish headsprings. And his abundant transparency remained motionless and mute."

"You were the first to say Freedom, when the whisper passed from stone to stone, hidden in the patios, humiliated.You were the first to say Freedom. You freed the slave's child. The merchantsmoved like shadows selling blood from foreign seas. You freed the slave's child."