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Octavio Paz

Axis

 

Through the conduits of blood

my body in your body

spring of night

my tongue of sun in your forest

your body a kneading trough

I red wheat

Through conduits of bone

I night I water

I forest that moves forward

I tongue

I body

I sun-bone

Through the conduits of night

spring of bodies

You night of wheat

you forest in the sun

you waiting water

you kneading trough of bones

Through the conduits of sun

my night in your night

my sun in your sun

my wheat in your kneading trough

your forest in my tongue

Through the conduits of the body

water in the night

your body in my body

Spring of bones

Spring of suns

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Written by
mike-essig
Published
Apr 21, 2015
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Another amazing Latin American poet

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