The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII
by Pablo Neruda
translation by Michael R. Burch
Ascend with me, my American love!
Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together!
The Urubamba’s torrential silver
lures pollen to fly from its golden chalice
while above this canyon’s unbroken silence
everything soars: the climbing grapevines,
the shopworn plants, each inflexible garland.
Come, elfin life, test your wings above the earth,
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