Octavio Paz Poems
|2.||Where Without Whom||4/15/2010|
|3.||Summit And Gravity||4/15/2010|
|8.||Piedra De Sol||4/15/2010|
|12.||Between Going And Coming||4/15/2010|
|13.||As One Listens To The Rain||4/15/2010|
|16.||No More Clichés||4/3/2004|
No More Clichés
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.
How many poems have been written to you?
How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To you manufacture fantasy.
But today I won't make one more Cliché
And write this poem to you.
No, no more clichés.
This poem is dedicated to those women
Whose beauty is in their charm,
In their intelligence,
In their ...
Through the conduits of blood
my body in your body
spring of night
my tongue of sun in your forest
your body a kneading trough
I red wheat
Through conduits of bone
I night I water
I forest that moves forward