the single moving piece,
this schemata
look at this, it's not white
or clear; it may darken
upon impulse, or nerve twitching;
a vein rejects the blood of the leaf,
&
it settles, as much as it may .
FREE TRANSLATION AND RECOMBINATION:
Fragments from Octavio Paz
No v£ girar las formas hasta desvanecerse
En claridad inmovil
. ..
*
By negation is my increase, my wealth.
Lord, Lord of eros ions and dispersions,
I come to you in the whirlwind.
Into the oldest tree I drive my nail.
*
In
the architecture of silence
Is no debate between the bees
And the statistics
Nor is there any dialectic among apes.
The wind blows. The rain obliterates
The mason's mark. On every psalm (on every
Mask of lime) a crown of fire appears.
*
John Jacob
