Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 50

Cotapos says your laughter drops
like a hawk from a stony tower. It’s true:
daughter of the sky, you slit the world
and its green leaves, with one bolt of your lightning:

it falls, it thunders: the tongues of the dew,
the waters of a diamond, the light with its bees
leap. And there where a long-bearded silence had lived,
little bombs of light explode, the sun and the stars,

down comes the sky, with its thick-shadowed night,
bells and carnations glow in the full moon,
the saddlemakers’ horses gallop.

Because you are small as you are, let it rip:
let the meteor of your laughter
fly: electrify the natural names of things!