Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Octavio Paz

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.

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