Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Octavio Paz


T BIRD
.
In the rested on
transparent space
the transparency
of silence.
The light of heaven
calmed the growing
weeds in stillness.
.
Animals of the earth
were among the stones
and under the same light
they were stones.
At the minute a
sated weather
in the absorbed quiet
noon was consummated.
.
And a bird sang,
thin arrow
a vibrating chest of silver,
wounded heaven
moved the leaves,
herbs awoke....
.
And I felt that
death was an arrow.
.
It is not known
who fired and
in the twinkling of eyes
we died.
.
Mexico

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