There was only one huge word with no back to it A word like a sun One day it broke into tiny pieces They were the words of the language we now speak Pieces that will never come together Broken mirrors where the world sees itself shattered — Octavio Paz, “Fable,” Selected Poems (New Directions… Continue reading Octavio Paz
Words are uncertain and speak uncertain things. But speaking this or that, they speak us. Love is an equivocal word, like all words. — Octavio Paz, from “Letter of Testimony,” A Tree Within (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1988)
I ask for a brief flash, the sudden glint of a reflection on the wave of that moment : memory and forgetting, in the end, the same instantaneous clarity. — Octavio Paz, “Prayer,” A Tree Within (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1988)
Come sleep with me: we won’t make love. Love will make us. — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch. (Pantheon; 1st Pantheon pbk. ed edition, February 12, 1987) Originally published 1963.
Between what I see and what I sayBetween what I say and what I keep silentBetween what I keep silent and what I dreamBetween what I dream and what I forget:Poetry. — Octavio Paz, from “Between What I See and What I Say,” A Tree Within, (New Directions Publishing Corporation, November 1, 1988)
It took my breath away, too, how we could take up so little space and yet contain it all, the vast demands, the amplitude of love. – Marisa de los Santos
So frequently I speak of longing, a language weighted with impossibility, but right now I say: remember this moment— how we mouth hunger, remember the way we map ourselves anew. — Casandra López, from “Continent of Desire,” Brother Bullet (University of Arizona Press, 2019)