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Winter Ode to the river Mapocho.. By Pablo Neruda 1965
Oh, yes, oh indefinable snow, yes, oh trembling in full flower of the snow, boreal eyelid, tiny ray of frozen light, who, who called you to the valley of ashes, who. who dragged you from the eagle's beak down to where your pure waters touch the terrible rags of my country? River, why do you bring down the freezing, secret water, water which the hard dawn of the stones kept in its inaccessible cathedral, down to the wounded feet of my people? Go back, go back, oh bitt