THE QUEEN

I have named you queen.

There are taller ones than you, taller.

There are purer ones than you, purer.

There are lovelier than you, lovelier.

But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets

no one recognizes you.

No one sees your own crystal crown, no one looks

at the carpet of red gold

that you tread as you pass,

the nonexitent carpet.

And when you appear

all the rivers sound

in my body, bells

shake the sky,

an a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,

only you and I, my love,

listen to it.

- Pablo Neruda