Octavio Paz

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

The Bridge - Poem by Octavio Paz

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Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.

Entering it
you enter yourself:
the world connects
adn closes like a ring.

From one bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
a rainbow.
I'll sleep beneath its arches.


Comments about The Bridge by Octavio Paz

  • Rookie - 52 Points Bhaskar Rabha (7/16/2014 12:33:00 AM)

    A very nice thought! Incredible! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 26,799 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/10/2014 9:56:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem and an experience of read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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