Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Octavio Paz


ONE AND THE SAME
.
(Anton Webern 1883-1945)
.
Spaces
.
Space,
.
No center, no above, no below
Ceaselessly devouring and endangering itself
Whirlpool space
And drop into height
.
Spaces
.
Clarities deeply cut
.
Suspended
.
By the night's flank.
;
Black gardens of rock crystal
Flowering on a rod of smoke
White gardens exploding in the air
.
Space
.
One space opening up
.
Corolla
.
And dissolving
.
Space in space
.
All is nowhere
Place of impalpable nuptials.

1 comment:

Sister Christian said...

I love the way the truth is spun in this poem.