Galloping In the South- a poem by Pablo Neruda

Galloping in the South

Forty leagues on horseback,
the ranges of Malleco;
the fields are newly washed,
the air electric and green.
Regions of rocks and wheat,
a sudden bird breaks out,
the water slithers and scrawls
lost letters in the earth.

It rains, rains a slow rain,
it rains perpetual needles
and the horse which was galloping
dissolved into rain;
later, it took shape
with the grave-digging drops,
and I gallop on in the wind
astride the horse of the rain.

Astride the horse of the rain
I leave behind these regions,
the vast, damp solitude,
the ranges of Malleco.

by Pablo Neruda