Beautiful girl staring out of the page
of a magazine, your perfect body
is cast in lovely rounded lines
with a ravishing smile that catches the eye
of most men, how easily did you cast
your web over me, before I turned the page.
Yet I know you in touch and flesh
and have stroked your blonde hair
and at times read the sadness
hidden behind your charm
and know how you battled life
to find a way to care
when intelligence and education
couldn’t pay for raising
the two children that you love.
[References: No More Clichés by Octavio Paz.]
Over the past month or so, I've read a few of your poems...this is my favorite. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is excellent, continuum of Octavio pAZ, brilliant work.