Comments & Greek painters, Greek artists: There is not A single soul among the trees...

Poetry & Greek artists, Greek painting, modern Greek painters


Yannis Stavrou, On the Hill, oil on canvas

The river that runs by
is always
running back...

Octavio Paz

Last Dawn

Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
How much we are who are so little!
Outside a taxi passes
with its load of ghosts.
The river that runs by
is always
running back.
Will tomorrow be another day?


Octavio Paz (1914-1998)

Passage

More than air
More than water
More than lips
Light light

Your body is the trace of your body

Where Without Whom

There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.

Between Going and Staying

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