resisting arrest with violence
24th June 2005, 18:40
Between What I see And What I Say -Octavio Paz (Nobel Laureate)
Between what I see and what I say
Between what I say and what I keep silent
Between what I keep silent and what I dream
Between what I dream and what I forget:
poetry.
It slips
between yes and no,
says
what I keep silent,
keeps silent
what I say,
dreams
what I forget.
It is not speech:
it is an act.
It is an act
of speech.
Poetry
speaks and listens:
it is real.
And as soon as I say
it is real,
it vanishes.
Is it then more real?
Tangible idea,
Intangible
word:
poetry
comes and goes.
Between what is
And what is not.
It weaves
And unweaves reflections.
Poetry
Scatters eyes on a page,
Scatters words on our eyes.
Eyes speak,
Words look,
Looks think.
To hear
Thoughts,
See
What we say,
Touch
The body of an idea.
Eyes close,
The words open.
Between what I see and what I say
Between what I say and what I keep silent
Between what I keep silent and what I dream
Between what I dream and what I forget:
poetry.
It slips
between yes and no,
says
what I keep silent,
keeps silent
what I say,
dreams
what I forget.
It is not speech:
it is an act.
It is an act
of speech.
Poetry
speaks and listens:
it is real.
And as soon as I say
it is real,
it vanishes.
Is it then more real?
Tangible idea,
Intangible
word:
poetry
comes and goes.
Between what is
And what is not.
It weaves
And unweaves reflections.
Poetry
Scatters eyes on a page,
Scatters words on our eyes.
Eyes speak,
Words look,
Looks think.
To hear
Thoughts,
See
What we say,
Touch
The body of an idea.
Eyes close,
The words open.