Saturday, September 22, 2012

Octavio Paz's A Tree Within


A tree grew inside my head.
A tree grew in.
Its roots are veins,
its branches nerves,
thoughts its tangled foliage.
Your glance sets it on fire,
and its fruits of shade
are blood oranges
and pomegranates of flame.

Day breaks
in the body's night.
There, within, inside my head,
the tree speaks.

Come closer––can you hear it?

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