Octavio Paz Poems
|1.||Where Without Whom||4/15/2010|
|2.||Summit And Gravity||4/15/2010|
|3.||Piedra De Sol||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|
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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 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.