Pablo Neruda’s ⁍ Sonnet 54

Luminous mind, bright devil
of absolute clusterings, of the upright noon-:
here we are at last, alone, without loneliness,
far from the savage city’s delirium.

Just as a pure line describes the dove’s curve,
as the fire honors and nourishes peace,
so you and I made this heavenly outcome.
The mind and love live naked in this house.

Furious dreams, rivers of bitter certainty,
decisions harder than the dreams of a hammer
flowed into the lovers’ double cup,

until those twins were lifted into balance
on the scale: the mind and love, like two wings.
—So this transparency was built.