The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight
Interpretation
This quote expresses the beauty of a wet road illuminated by the moonlight, highlighting the interplay between nature and human perception.
Pablo Neruda's quote captures a serene and vivid image of a road that reflects the beauty of nature during the August rains, transformed further by the glow of the moonlight. It suggests how the natural elements, like water and moonlight, can elevate ordinary scenes into moments of splendor, inviting reflection on the connection between the environment and our emotional responses.
In practice
Using this quote in a speech about environmental appreciation.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.β - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
How sweet is the perception of a new natural fact!
Nature gropes and blunders and performs the crudest acts. There is no steady advance upward. There is no design.
Necessity is the mistress and guide of nature.
Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.
To reenchant nature is not merely to gain a new perspective for its integrity and well-being; it is to throw open the doors to a deeper level of existence.
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