Octavio Paz

This Side

For Donald Sutherland

There is light. We neither see nor touch it. In its empty clarities rests what we touch and see. I see with my fingertips what my eyes touch: shadows, the world. With shadows I draw worlds, I scatter worlds with shadows. I hear the light beat on the other side.

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