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.
The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle... Then what I am afraid of comes. I live for a while in its sight. _x000D_ What I fear in it leaves it, And the fear of it leaves me. It sings, and I hear its song.
Nature must be viewed humanly to be viewed at all; that is, her scenes must be associated with humane affections, such as are associated with one's native place. She is most significant to a lover. A lover of Nature is preeminently a lover of man. If I have no friend, what is Nature to me? She ceases to be morally significant. . .
Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.
Maybe nature is fundamentally ugly, chaotic and complicated. But if it's like that, then I want out.
I will follow my instincts, be myself for good or ill, and see what will be the upshot.
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