Octavio Paz Poems
|2.||Summit And Gravity||4/15/2010|
|3.||Piedra De Sol||4/15/2010|
|5.||Where Without Whom||4/15/2010|
|14.||As One Listens To The Rain||4/15/2010|
|15.||Between Going And Coming||4/15/2010|
|16.||No More Clichés||4/3/2004|
No More Clichés
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.
How many poems have been written to you?
How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To you manufacture fantasy.
But today I won't make one more Cliché
And write this poem to you.
No, no more clichés.
This poem is dedicated to those women
Whose beauty is in their charm,
In their intelligence,
In their ...
I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.