TOMB OF THE POET by Octavio Paz
The book
the glass
the green obscurely a stalk
the record
sleeping beauty in her bed of music
the things drowned in their names
to say them with the eyes
in a beyond I coannot tell where
nail them down
lamp pencil portrait
this that I see
to nail it down
like a living temple
plant it
like a tree
a god
crown it
with a name
immortal
derisible crown of thorns
Speech!
The stalk and its imminent flower
sun-sex-sun
the flower without shadow
the word
opens
in a beyond without where
immaculate extension
transparaency which sustains things
fallen
raised up
by the glance
held
in a reflection
Bundle of worlds
instants
glowing bunches
moving forests of stars
wandering syllables
tide
all the times of time
TO BE
a second's fraction
lamp pencil portrait
in a here I cannot tell where
A name
begins
seize on it, plant, say it
like a wood that thinks
flesh it
A lineage begins
in a name
an adam
like a living temple
name without shadow
nailed
like a god
in this here-without-where
Speech!
I cease in its beginning
in this that I say
I cease
TO BE
shadow of an instantaneous name
I SHALL NEVER KNOW MY BOND'S UNDOING
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