C.T. Salazar
A rose pinnedto my shirt like a throbbing ear, an earlistening to the wreckage scraping atthe bottom of your words. — C.T. Salazar, from “[This is my box of twilight and inside],” American Cavewall Sonnets (Bull City Press, 2021)
Category: Latin-American Culture
C.T. Salazar
This is my box of twilight and insideflickers everything that disappeared whenwe weren’t looking, — C.T. Salazar, from “[This is my box of twilight and inside],” American Cavewall Sonnets (Bull City Press, 2021)
C.T. Salazar
Even a whisper can bruise. — C.T. Salazar, from “[This room was no longer, so I put it],” American Cavewall Sonnets (Bull City Press, 2021)
Octavio Paz
Desire turns us into ghosts. — Octavio Paz, from “A Draft of Shadows,” The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz: 1957-1987 (New Directions, 1987)
Octavio Paz
I spell out, not words, but stars : — Octavio Paz, “On the Wing(2),” A Tree Within (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1988)
Octavio Paz
Trees heavy with birds holdthe afternoon up with their hands. — Octavio Paz, from “THE TOMB Of AMIR KHUSRU,” A Tale of Two Gardens (NewDirections, 1997)
Octavio Paz
I follow my raving, rooms, streets,I grope my way through corridors of time,I climb and descend its stairs, I touchits walls and do not move, I go backto where I began, I search for your face,I walk through the streets of myselfunder an ageless sun, and by my sideyou walk like a tree, you walk… Continue reading Octavio Paz
Jewelle Gomez
I want to hold youin a motel roomwith the sunshine stripeof venetian blindsacross your back.Or I want to dream of that. — Jewelle Gomez, from “At Night,” The Key To Everything: Classic Lesbian Love Poems. Edited by Gerry G. Pearlberg. (St. Martin’s Press; 1st edition December 15, 1994)
Octavio Paz
We are time and cannot escape its dominion. We can transfigure it but not deny it or destroy it. This is what the great artists, poets, philosophers, scientists, and certain men of action have done. Love, too, is an answer: because it is time and made of time, love is at once consciousness of death… Continue reading Octavio Paz
Octavio Paz
Human love is the union of two beings subject to time and its accidents: change, sickness, death. Although it does not save us from time, it opens it a crack, so that in a flash love’s contradictory nature is manifest: that vivacity which endlessly destroys itself and is reborn, which is always both now and… Continue reading Octavio Paz
The Vale of Soul-Making 