Octavio Paz

(March 31, 1914 – April 19, 1998 / Mexico City)

Between Going And Coming - Poem by Octavio Paz

Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.


Comments about Between Going And Coming by Octavio Paz

  • Gold Star - 19,508 Points Kim Barney (11/17/2014 6:05:00 AM)

    Nice poem, but it was also chosen as poem of the day on November 17,2012 and November 17,2013.
    Poem Hunter, please have some of your humans (if you have any at the website) actually read some of the recent poems and start choosing new ones for poem of the day instead of letting your computers do it. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 31,733 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/10/2014 9:52:00 AM)

    The moment scatters motionless.......how beautiful to it read is beyond expression. Great. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Deebie Walt (4/1/2014 2:11:00 PM)

    u guys need help omg u sound like shakespier (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,800 Points Paul Brookes (11/17/2013 9:32:00 AM)

    Great poem Sad he's a member of the dead poets society I would have liked to have know him. BB (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 157 Points Wabi Sabi (11/17/2012 8:27:00 AM)

    The moment scatters. Motionless,
    I stay and go: I am a pause.
    ] the whole universe is in it, and I want to stay there for every line. this is something. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,936 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (11/17/2012 12:58:00 AM)

    I find myself in the middle of an eye,
    watching myself in its blank stare.

    Much to illustrate the alienation. Quiet not hard to uplift ones state of mind at this stage. Poet defining fourth dimension and also showing the way to attain this certain level of truth. Magnificent. Marvelous just to feel eternally....I stay and go: I am a pause......Flag it high.

    Pranab k c
    10+++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 3, 2011


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