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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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… 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 …… Continue reading Octavio Paz

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Octavio Paz

The endless corridors of memory, the doors that open into an empty room where all the summers have come to rot — Octavio Paz, from “Sunstone,” World Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from Antiquity to Our Time, ed. Katharine Washburn, John S. Major and Clifton Fadiman (W. W. Norton & Co., 2000)

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