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Octavio Paz

… you rise like splendor
hardened into an axe, like light that flays,
engrossing as the gallows is to the doomed,
flexible as whips and thin as a weapon
that’s twin to the moon, your sharpened words
dig out my chest, depopulate me
and leave me empty, one by one
you extract my memories …

— Octavio Paz, from “Sunstone,” Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems 1957-1987, ed. and trans. by Eliot Weinberger (New Directions, 1987)


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