The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz, 1957-1987 | 
“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.“
Remembering Octavio Paz on his birthday.
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“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.“
Remembering Octavio Paz on his birthday.
pickI definitely picked fave books out of this- like Arbol Adentro, Ladera Este, Aguila o Sol?. Paz will test your vocab (in any language), make your philosophical mind twist, and play with poetic license but when you "get" one of his poems, it really hits home.
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Ash trees taught me,
Beneath the rain, patience,
To sing in the face of violent wind.
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Poetry,
Suspension bridge between history and truth,
Is not a path toward this or that:
It is to see
The stillness in motion,
The change
In stillness.
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Sixth floor:
I am in the middle of this phrase:
Where
Will it take me?
Mangled language.
Poet: gardener of epitaphs.
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I will admit, not all of his poetry do I love or understand but damn, when I do, damn!
Distant Neighbour
Last night an ash tree
was on the verge of telling me
something- it kept silent.
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II
As the forest in its bed of leaves
you sleep in your bed of rain
you sing in your bed of wind
you kiss in your bed of sparks
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...
This instant is I, I went out of myself all at once, I have no name and no face,
I am here, cast at my feet, looking at myself looking to see myself seen.
Outside, in the gardens that summer ravaged, a cicada rages against the night.
Am I or was I here?
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Anyone want some existentialism with their breakfast? I feel it may be too early for me to digest this.
10.
Objects
They live beside us,
We don't know them, they don't know us.
Sometimes they talk with us.
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....
Oh world, everything is night
and life is lightning.
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On to Octavio Paz for my second poet of Jan. #poetrychallenge2018
I decided to try and do connected poets...so, as you see, it makes sense to read Paz after Sor Juana.
Also, this dude was BUSY right up to his death and he won a Nobel Prize.
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