Octavio Paz

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

Last Dawn - Poem by Octavio Paz

Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
How much we are who are so little!
Outside a taxi passes
with its load of ghosts.
The river that runs by
is always
running back.
Will tomorrow be another day?


Comments about Last Dawn by Octavio Paz

  • Gold Star - 31,859 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/10/2014 9:58:00 AM)

    Your hair is lost in the forest the poem starts and words of flow in such beauty and it is great. (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • Rookie - 6 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/6/2014 9:58:00 AM)

    wow nicely writen keep writing (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/3/2014 2:54:00 AM)

    I like this poem.its uneque (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,903 Points Patricia Grantham (10/29/2013 12:57:00 PM)

    A poem of deep imaginations and thoughts.
    Nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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