Leave Me A Place  – Pablo Neruda

Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth,where I can go, when I wish to turn,

without eyes, without touch,

in the void, to dumb stone,

or the finger of shadow.
I know that you cannot, no one, no thing

can deliver up that place, or that path,

but what can I do with my pitiful passions,

if they are no use, on the surface

of everyday life,

if I cannot look to survive,

except by dying, going beyond, entering

into the state, metallic and slumbering, 

of primeval flame? 

Leaning Into The Gardens – Pablo Neruda

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad net

towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,

its arms turning like a drowning man’s.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes

that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female,

from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets

to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars

that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare

shedding blue tassels over the land.