(March 31, 1914 – April 19, 1998 / Mexico City)

Between Going And Coming

Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.

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The light turns the indifferent wall into a ghostly theater of reflections. I find myself in the middle of an eye, watching myself in its blank stare. great wrote great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Beautiful poem.well penned I stay and go I am a pause.... marvelous!
between coming and going slight leisure time - this is life///
I honestly do not understand this poem. Plz can anyone explain
when was this poem published
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