Octavio Paz: “Sundown”


What keeps it open,
the clarity of sundown,
the light let loose in the garden?

All the branches, defeated
by the burden of birds
now lean toward the darkness.

But on fences, still intact:
moments of introversion
continue to glow.

Receiving the night,
the forests are changed
into silent fountains.

A bird falls, the grass
grows dark, the limits of things
blur, lime turns black,

the world is less credible.

Octavio Paz

Translated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2015

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