Octavio Paz

Photo of a young Octavio Paz (1914-1998), who in addition to being dreamy as hell, won the Nobel Prize in Literature, taught at Harvard, was an outspoken social and political advocate, and wrote utterly gorgeous poetry. (His verse made me gush...


In The Middle Of This Phrase. . .

I am not at the crest of the world.
                                                   The moment 
is not the stylite’s pillar,
                                    time
doesn’t rise from my feet,
                                         doesn’t burst
in my skull in a silent black explosion,
illumination the same as blindness.
I am on the sixth floor,
                                   I am
in a cage hung from time.

                                                    Translation by Eliott Weinberger

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