Octavio Paz

BETWEEN GOING AND STAYING THE DAY WAVERS

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Between going and staying the day wavers,

in love with it's own transparency.

The circular afternoon is now a bay

where the world in stillness rocks.

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All is visible and all is elusive,

all is near and can't be touched.

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Paper, book , pencil, glass,

rest in the shade of their names.

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Time throbbing in my temples repeats

the same unchanging syllable of blood.

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The light turns the invisible wall

into the ghostly theater of reflections.

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I find myself in a middle of an eye,

watching myself in its blank stare.

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The moment scatters. Motionless.

I stay and go: I an a pause.