KEEPING STILL
Pablo Neruda
Now we will count to twelve
and let's keep quiet.
For once on earth
let's not talk in any language;
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
A moment like that would smell sweet,
no hurry, no engines,
all of us at the same time
in need of rest.
Fishermen in the cold sea
would stop harming whales
and the gatherer of salt
would look at his hurt hands.
T hose who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories vvith no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and go for a walk with their brothers
out in the shade, doing nothing.
Just don't confuse what I want
with total inaction;
it's life and life only;
I'm not talking about death.
If we weren't so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving
and could maybe do nothing for once
a huge silence might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves,
of threatening ourselves with death;
perhaps the earth could teach us;
everything would seem dead
and then be alive.
Now l will count up to twelve
and you keep quiet
and I will go.