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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Canto XII from The Heights of Macchu Picchu</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Arise to birth with me, my brother.<br>Give me your hand out of the depths<br>sown by your sorrows.<br>You will not return from these stone fastnesses.<br>You will not emerge from subterranean time.<br>Your rasping voice will not come back,<br>nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Look at me from the depths of the earth,<br>tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,<br>groom of totemic guanacos,<br>mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,<br>iceman of Andean tears,<br>jeweler with crushed fingers,<br>farmer anxious among his seedlings,<br>potter wasted among his clays--<br>bring to the cup of this new life<br>your ancient buried sorrows.<br>Show me your blood and your furrow;<br>say to me: here I was scourged<br>because a gem was dull or because the earth<br>failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.<br>Point out to me the rock on which you stumbled,<br>the wood they used to crucify your body.<br>Strike the old flints<br>to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips<br>glued to your wounds throughout the centuries<br>and light the axes gleaming with your blood.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I come to speak for your dead mouths.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Throughout the earth<br>let dead lips congregate,<br>out of the depths spin this long night to me<br>as if I rode at anchor here with you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,<br>and link by link, and step by step;<br>sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,<br>thrust them into my breast, into my hands,<br>like a torrent of sunbursts,<br>an Amazon of buried jaguars,<br>and leave me cry: hours, days and years,<br>blind ages, stellar centuries.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And give me silence, give me water, hope.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Give me the struggle, the iron, the volcanoes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let bodies cling like magnets to my body.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Speak through my speech, and through my blood.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Pablo+Neruda">Pablo Neruda</a></strong></div>