Sunstone, 1957 (fragments)
by Octavio Paz

a crystal willow, a poplar of water,
a tall fountain the wind arches over,
a tree deep-rooted yet dancing still,
a course of a river that turns, moves on,
doubles back, and comes full circle,
forever arriving:
the calm course
of the stars or an unhurried spring,
water with eyes closed welling over
with oracles all night long,
a single presence in a surge of waves,
wave after wave till it covers all,
a reign of green that knows no decline,
like the flash of wings unfolding in the sky, (…)

I travel your body, like the world,
your belly is a plaza full of sun,
your breasts two churches where blood
performs its own, parallel rites,
my glances cover you like ivy,
you are a city the sea assaults,
a stretch of ramparts split by the light
in two halves the color of peaches,
a domain of salt, rocks and birds,
under the rule of oblivious noon,

dressed in the color of my desires,
you go your way naked as my thoughts,
I travel your eyes, like the sea,
tigers drink their dreams in those eyes,
the hummingbird burns in those flames,
I travel your forehead, like the moon,
like the cloud that passes through your thoughts,
I travel your belly, like your dreams,

your skirt of corn ripples and sings,
your skirt of crystal, your skirt of water,
your lips, your hair, your glances rain
all through the night, and all day long
you open my chest with your fingers of water,
you close my eyes with your mouth of water,
you rain on my bones, a tree of liquid
sending roots of water into my chest,

I travel your length, like a river,
I travel your body, like a forest,
like a mountain path that ends at a cliff
I travel along the edge of your thoughts,
and my shadow falls from your white forehead,
my shadow shatters, and I gather the pieces
and go with no body, groping my way, (…)

…because two bodies, naked and entwined,
leap over time, they are invulnerable,
nothing can touch them, they return to the source,
there is no you, no I, no tomorrow,
no yesterday, no names, the truth of two
in a single body, a single soul,
oh total being… (…)

to love is to battle, if two kiss
the world changes, desires take flesh
thoughts take flesh, wings sprout
on the backs of the slave, the world is real
and tangible, wine is wine, bread
regains its savor, water is water,
to love is to battle, to open doors,
to cease to be a ghost with a number
forever in chains, forever condemned
by a faceless master;
the world changes
if two look at each other and see (…)

I follow my raving, rooms, streets,
I grope my way through corridors of time,
I climb and descend its stairs, I touch
its walls and do not move, I go back
to where I began, I search for your face,
I walk through the streets of myself
under an ageless sun, and by my side
you walk like a tree, you walk like a river,
and talk to me like the course of a river,
you grow like wheat between my hands,
you throb like a squirrel between my hands,
you fly like a thousand birds, and your laugh
is like the spray of the sea, you head
is a star between my hands, the world
grows green again when you smile,
eating an orange,
the world changes
if two, dizzy and entwined, fall
on the grass: the sky comes down, trees
rise, space becomes nothing but light
and silence, open space for the eagle
of the eye, the white tribe of clouds
goes by, and the body weighs anchor,
the soul sets sail, and we lose
our names and float adrift in the blue
and green, total time where nothing
happens but its own, easy crossing (…)

—when was life ever truly ours?
when are we ever what we are?
we are ill-reputed, nothing more
than vertigo and emptiness, a frown in the mirror,
horror and vomit, life is never
truly ours, it always belongs to the others,
life is no one’s, we all are life—
bread of the sun for the others,
the others that we all are—
when I am I am another, my acts
are more mine when they are the acts
of others, in order to be I must be another,
leave myself, search for myself
in the others, the others that don’t exist
if I don’t exist, the others that give me
total existence, I am not,
there is no I, we are always us,
life is other, always there,
further off, beyond you and
beyond me, always on the horizon,
life which unlives us and makes us strangers,
that invents our face and wears it away,
hunger for being, oh death, our bread

a crystal willow, a poplar of water,
a tall fountain the wind arches over,
a tree deep-rooted yet dancing still,
a course of a river that turns, moves on,
doubles back, and comes full circle,
forever arriving:
the calm course
of the stars or an unhurried spring,
water with eyes closed welling over
with oracles all night long,
a single presence in a surge of waves,
wave after wave till it covers all,
a reign of green that knows no decline,
like the flash of wings unfolding in the sky, (…)

deletereply starfishred wrote on Mar 16, ’09 a very nice flowing poem thanks for sharing

deletereply billatplay wrote on Mar 16, ’09 Blimey, did someone suggest Marriage? I read every line, and to me my Poem is a necessity. lol Made my hair curl it did, well what few I have left.

deletereply sanssouciblogs wrote on Mar 16, ’09 Oh my, what a magnificent piece of writing! (It must have taken days to get it on this page!) True poetry, true brilliance, incredible language, rave! rave! To think>>>Piedra de Sol is a circular poem based on the circular Aztec calendar. Piedra de Sol (Sunstone in English) is written as a single cyclical sentence reflecting the synodic period of the planet Venus. The poem reflects this period of 584 days within its 584 lines. The first six lines of the poem are repeated again at the end of the poem.<<

editdeletereply lauritasita wrote on Mar 16, ’09 I hope this was a good translation of the poem. I surfed the web for days, but this is the best one I found. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

deletereply papahere wrote on Mar 17, ’09 Deeply spiritual poem revealing the roots of the Mexican cultures in a Nature religion. Familiar passage in classical literature : .”..because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source, there is no you, no I, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no names, the truth of two in a single body, a single soul, oh total being… (…) ” Papa

deletereply dianahopeless wrote on Mar 18, ’09 Beautifully earthy, romantic, and ethereal.

deletereply forgetmenot525 wrote on Mar 18, ’09 wow…………what a poem, sooo romantic, lovely thanks laurita

deletereply sugarpiehuny wrote on Mar 19, ’09 I was with the writer up until the last two verses.. I think I’ll come back later and reread it.. maybe I’m still in need of coffee!

deletereply skeezicks1957 wrote on Mar 21, ’09 It flows beautifully but I hear no calender.  Romance,  sex,  nature but not 584 days?  I must be looking to literally?

editdeletereply lauritasita wrote on Mar 21, ’09 Skeezicks, this is only an excerpt of the original poem. That’s why it says “fragments” on top near the title. It’s a very large poem. You can probably find the whole thing if you surf the web. Love, Laurita.