Thursday, July 15, 2010

Sometimes, Let the Poet Speak For You

Sometimes when it's very very quiet I think: "Aren't you supposed to feel this way when you're 45?"

I want to go on, to go beyond; I cannot;
the moment scatters itself in many things,
I have slept the dreams of the stone that never dreams
and deep among the dreams of years like stones
have heard the singing of my imprisoned blood

-Octavio Paz

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