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Octavio Paz

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

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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)

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Octavio Paz

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)

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Octavio Paz

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)

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Casandra López

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)

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Brenda Cárdenas

Sonnet for Thunder Lovers and Primary Colors When Sweet Nothings Just Don’t Cut It You’re more than soda fizz, than sparklers lit for kids at play, than fireflies’ flit in sky. You spin around my heart and up my thigh with the whistle and boom of a bottle rocket. Baby, those other jugglers’ gigolo tricks—… Continue reading Brenda Cárdenas

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