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Octavio Paz

At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech and the vertigo of death; the walk with eyes closed along the edge of the cliff, and the verbena in submarine gardens; the laughter that sets fire to rules and the holy commandments; the descent of parachuting words onto the sands of… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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Octavio Paz

to remember that a waterfall is a girl coming down the stairs dying of laughter, to see the sun and its planets swinging on the trapeze of the horizon, to learn to see so that things will see us and come and go through our seeing, living alphabets that send out roots, shoot up, bud,… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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the wave of your laughter surged over the chatting and the rattle of the cups and spoons, it was the sound of spotted goats clambering in a rush over a land of burnt hills, the couple at the next table stopped talking and froze with blank stares, as if reality had become naked and nothing… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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Stretched out side by side, we exhanged confidences, whispers, smiles. Curled up, she fell on my chest and unfolded there like a vegetation of murmurs. She sang in my ear, a little sea shell. She became humble and transparent, clutching my feet like a small animal, calm water. She was so clear I could read… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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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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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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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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