Light is laying waste the heavens
Droves of dominions in stampede
The eye retreats surrounded by mirrors
Landscapes enormous as insomnia
Stony ground of bone
Limitless autumn
Thirst lifts its invisible fountains
One last peppertree preaches in the desert
Close your eyes and hear the song of the light:
Noon takes shelter in your inner ear
Close your eyes and open them:
There is nobody not even yourself
Whatever is not stone is light
Octavio Paz
from:
I brought this book in 1987.
Droves of dominions in stampede
The eye retreats surrounded by mirrors
Landscapes enormous as insomnia
Stony ground of bone
Limitless autumn
Thirst lifts its invisible fountains
One last peppertree preaches in the desert
Close your eyes and hear the song of the light:
Noon takes shelter in your inner ear
Close your eyes and open them:
There is nobody not even yourself
Whatever is not stone is light
Octavio Paz
from:
I brought this book in 1987.