To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling. (Pablo Neruda)
For Octavio Paz
I read in a poem by Octavio Paz: The word of man is the laughter of death. When I look again it says: The word of man is the daughter of death. We talk because we are mortal: words are not signs, they are years. I close my eyes and smile. Paz is the poet ...
Pop-up human
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The poet has the high command He lines up his cavalry of tin words In the beginning he polished them He was still learning at the time Now the poet is the barbarian who changed clothes with their general And then orders them to charge at him and there they come - How sweet their ...
Great was that chase with the hounds for the unattainable meaning of the world. And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. - Czesław Miłosz
The Gods are Back
The gods are back, companions. Right now they have just entered this life; but the words that revoke them, whispered underneath the words that reveal them, have also appeared that we might suffer together. - René Char
For though I'm small, I know many things, and my body is an endless eye through which, unfortunately, I see everything. - Gloria Fuentes