Octavio Paz

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

The Bridge

Poem by Octavio Paz

Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.

Entering it
you enter yourself:
the world connects
and closes like a ring.

From one bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
a rainbow.
I'll sleep beneath its arches.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2016


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