Pablo Neruda's The Book of Questions

I've been reading Pablo Neruda's poetry from his book The Book of Questions. His poems are all series of questions that can't be answered. I think it's pretty amazing, so I decided to share some snippets of it with you.  :)

• Isn't it better never than late?
• Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?
• Hasn't the meadow caught fire with wild fireflies?
• Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?
• Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who's never waited for anyone?

Here's a whole poem, one my favorites in the book so far...

When I see the sea once more
will the sea have seen or not seen me?

Why do the waves ask me
the same questions I ask them?

And why do they strike the rock
with so much wasted passion?

Don't they get tired of repeating
their declaration to the sand?