Octavio Paz

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

Summit And Gravity - Poem by Octavio Paz

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There's a motionless tree
And another one coming forward
A river of trees
Hits my chest
The green surge
Is good fortune
You are dressed in red
You are
The seal of the scorched year
The carnal firebrand
The star fruit
In you like sun
The hour rests
Above an abyss of clarities
The height is clouded by birds
Their beaks construct the night
Their wings carry the day
Planted in the crest of light
Between firmness and vertigo
You are
Transparent balance


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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