My favourite poem

This is my favourite quote (it's actually a portion of Residence on Earth by Neruda, a fantastic surrealist Chilean poet). Apparently it was written during a dark period of Neruda's lifetime, while serving as an ambassador, during the Holocaust. When I see it makes me happy though, I see it as freeing. I love it, and I hope you do too.

While the rain of your fingertips falls,
while the rain of your bones falls,
and your laughter and marrow fall down,
you come flying.

-Pablo Neruda