Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?
— Pablo Neruda, “III,” The Book of Questions. Translated by William O’Daly. (Copper Canyon Press; 2nd edition April 1, 2001) Originally published 1974.