listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
...because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source. There… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Two opposing forces inhabit the poem: one of elevation or up-rooting, which pulls the word from the language: the other of gravity,… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Surrealism is not a school of poetry but a movement of liberation... A way of rediscovering the language of innocence, a renewal… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. Life is plurality, death is uniformity. By suppressing differences and… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
The religion of art, like the religion of politics, was born from the ruins of Christianity. Art inherited from the old religion the power… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
I thought that the world was a vast system of signs, a conversation between giant beings. My actions, the cricket's saw, the star's blink,… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Changes are inseparable from democracy. To defend democracy is to defend the possibility of change; in turn, changes alone can strengthen democracy. — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
It is not proper to project our feelings onto things or to attribute our own sensations and passions to them. Can it also be… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous. ("The Blue Bouquet")” — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
A glass pitcher, a wicker basket, a tunic of coarse cloth. Their beauty is inseparable from their function. Handicrafts belong to a world existing… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“Two bodies face to face Are at times two waves And the night is an ocean. Two bodies face to face Are sometimes two… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
