To harden the earth
the rocks took charge:
instantly they grew wings:
the rocks
that soared:
the survivors
flew up
the lightening bolt,
screamed in the night,
a watermark,
a violet sword,
a meteor.

The succulent
sky
had not only clouds,
not only space smelling of oxygen,
but an earthly stone
flashing here and there
changed into a dove,
changed into a bell,
into immensity, into a piercing
wind:
into a phosphorescent arrow,
into salt of the sky.

- Pablo Neruda - Stones of the Sky
Translated by James Nolan