Octavio Paz: “Across”


I turn the page of the day,
writing what I am told
by the movement of your eyelashes.


My hands
draw open the curtains of your being
They clothe you in another nudity
They uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body


I enter you,
truthfulness of darkness.
I want evidence of darkness.
I want to drink black wine:
Take my eyes and crush them.


A drop of night
on the tip of your breasts:
mysteries of the carnation.


When I close my eyes,
they open inside yours.


On its garnet bed,
your tongue awaits,
ever wakeful and wet.


There are fountains
in the garden of your veins.


And with a mask of blood
I cross your thoughts blankly:
Amnesia guides me
to the far side of life.

Octavio Paz

Translated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2013

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