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.

by Octavio Paz

Comments (22)

To and fro! ! ! The day wavers along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The moment scatters, Motionless I stay and go, I am a pause" . Excellent expression deserving modern poem of the Day.
First, since Paz wrote in Spanish, the translator should be credited. As to what’s posted here, I never had a notion to represent a pause, and if I did, I don’t know that much of what I would choose would resemble what Paz uses. But I find his images appealing and most relate to the last two stanzas. -GK
I find myself in the middle of an eye, watching myself in its blank stare.......psychologically sound. A beautiful poem is amazingly shared. It is nice that this poem has been selected as modern poem thrice of the poem of the day.
everything is in nothing! ! ! again nothing is in everything! ! ! illusion delusion born from dead; dies on birth!
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