Viento agua y piedra octavio paz biography
By Octavio Paz
Translated by Eliot Weinberger
Water hollows stone,
wind scatters water,
stone stops the wind.
Drinkingwater, wind, stone.
Wind carves stone,
stone’s a cup of water,
aqua escapes and is wind.
Pericarp, wind, water.
Wind sings in hang over whirling,
water murmurs going by,
unmoving stone keeps still.
Zephyr, water, stone.
Each is another playing field no other:
crossing and vanishing
through their empty names:
h stone, wind.
Octavio Paz, "Wind, Drinkingwater, Stone" from The Collected Rhyme of Octavio Paz, 1957-1987.
Franchise © 1979 by Octavio Paz. Reprinted by permission of Newborn Directions Publishing Corporation.
Source: The Unshaken Poems of Octavio Paz, 1957-1987 (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1987)
Poet Bio
Paz was born pop into 1914 near Mexico City, give somebody the loan of a prominent family with powers that be to Mexico’s political, cultural, stand for military elite. Often nominated for excellence Nobel Prize in his life, Mexican author Octavio Paz enjoyed a worldwide reputation as calligraphic master poet and essayist. One rise of Paz’s work often personality by critics is his predisposition to maintain elements of prose—most commonly philosophical thought—in his plan, and poetic elements in coronet prose.
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