Esclava mía

Esclava mía

My slave, fear me. Love me. My slave!

I am with you the vastest sunset in my sky,

and in it my soul stands out like a cold star.

When they move away from you, my steps return to me.

My own lash falls on my life.

You are what is inside me and is far away.

Fleeing like a chorus of persecuted mists.

Next to me, but where? Far, which it is far.

And what is far beneath my feet walks.

The echo of the voice beyond silence.

And what in my soul grows like moss in the ruins.

Analysis of the poem: the Chilean poet, in a display of eroticism and sensitivity, exposes us a love in which affection and fear go hand in hand.