...
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.

Excerpt - Pablo Neruda - Stones of the Sky
Translated by James Nolan In the Echo - The Book