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greatpoetryI travel your length, like a river
I travel your body, like a forest,
like a mountain path that ends at a cliff
I travel along the edge of your thoughts
and my shadow falls from your white forehead,
my shadow shatters, and I gather the pieces
and go with no body, groping my way
Octavio Paz
From Piedra de Sol (The Sun Stone), translated by Eliot Weinberger
I travel your body, like a forest,
like a mountain path that ends at a cliff
I travel along the edge of your thoughts
and my shadow falls from your white forehead,
my shadow shatters, and I gather the pieces
and go with no body, groping my way
Octavio Paz
From Piedra de Sol (The Sun Stone), translated by Eliot Weinberger
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Date: 2004-12-08 10:13 pm (UTC)You pick wonderful poems to post.
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Date: 2004-12-09 12:30 am (UTC)