Octavio Paz


Ages of fire and of air Youth of water From green to yellow From yellow to red From dream to watching From desire to act It was only one step and you took it so lightly Insects were living jewels The heat rested by the side of the pond Rain was a willow with unpinned hair A tree grew in the palm of your hand And that tree laughed sang prophesied Its divinations filled the air with wings There were simple miracles called birds Everything was for everyone Everyone was everything There was only one huge word with no back to it A word like a sun One day it broke into tiny pieces They were the words of the language we now speak Pieces that will never come together Broken mirrors where the world sees itself shattered

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