The Night in Isla Negra

Ancient night and the unruly saltbeat at the walls of my house.The shadow is all one, the skythrobs now along with the ocean,and sky and shadow eruptin the crash of their vast conflict.All night long they struggle;nobody knows the nameof the harsh light that keeps slowly openinglike a languid fruit.So on the coast comes to light,out of seething shadow, the harsh dawn,gnawed at by the moving salt,swept clean by the mass of night,bloodstained in its sea-washed crater.

Pablo Neruda