Leave Me A Place Underground
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?
Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973), better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda, was a Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet-diplomat and politician. Neruda became known as a poet when he was 13 years old…
View profile & all 68 Poems / StoriesTonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shattered
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
Die slowlyHe who becomes the slave of habit,
Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
