Treasure Island

Octavio Paz

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

Brotherhood


I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.

Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

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