Gem Poetry

Pablo Neruda writes:

I invite you to topaz
to the hive
of the yellow stone
to its bees
to the honey congealed
of the topaz
to its day of gold
to the family
of tranquility reverberant;
we are talking of a church
minimal, settled in a flower
like a bee, like
the structure of the sun, leaf of autumn
of the deepest yellow,
of the tree burning
ray to ray, lightning to corolla,
insect and honey and autumn
transformed in the salt of the sun:
this honey, this trembling of the world,
this wheat of the sky
worked out till it converted
to tranquil sun, in pallid topaz.