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Octavio Paz

(March 31, 1914 – April 19, 1998 / Mexico City)

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  • Gazi Saiful islam (1/5/2014 7:31:00 AM)

    From world literature scene Octavio Paz is my favorite, I just start to translate Paz's poem. One week ago I already translate these as: Across, As One Listens To The Rain, Axis, Between Going and Coming, Brotherhood, Counterparts, Last Dawn, No More Clichés, Passage, Spaces, The Street, The Bridge etc from poemhunter.com. I think next year I can publish a book on Paz and his Peoms.

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  • Sayeed Abubakar (12/28/2012 3:46:00 AM)

    A great poet of the world. He is one of my favorite poems since my university life. I did not know then that my lot will lead me to his country. I feel now happy that my beloved Alma Lorena Lopez Velazquez is a nymph of his country.

  • Koena Mokoena (11/18/2011 2:41:00 AM)

    Hey yo! i like to prove a point by identifying the mistakes, hence i like your poem ' Between Going and Coming'. I also compose poems & you can find them on www.poemhunter.com/kfmproductions

    Have a nice day!

    Mr. Koena France Mokoena
    Cell: +27710329734

  • Alex Gomez (6/21/2009 12:55:00 AM)

    I do not know too much about this man, but there is a charter school named after him in Chicago and I attended my first year of schooling there, so he must have been a very influential figure through his words.

  • Narendran Vr (11/15/2004 4:35:00 AM)

    A great poet, and also associated with India, Paz have great influence on contemporary Indian poetry.Poets like K, G.Sankara Pillai have imitated Paz to a great extent.Often misquoted and mis=understood as a marxist poet although a school he do not belongs to, Paz put forward the magical experience of poetry of fine quality and great human values.His poems have a personal touch and a nature to talk to the inner profiles.

Across

I turn the page of the day,
writing what I'm told
by the motion of your eyelashes.

I enter you,
the truthfulness of the dark.
I want proofs of darkness, want
to drink the black wine:
take my eyes and crush them.

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