Finally, the line carries time within it. Cherry blossoms blaze, then fall; Chilean spring—Neruda’s home—arrives in September, reminding us seasons differ, yet renewal returns. Because bloom is brief, the poem urges courageous tenderness now. Love’s task is seasonal: to keep making the conditions for return—again and again—so that after each winter of the heart, a shared spring can find its way back into flower. [...]
