memo to self
Jun. 13th, 2011 01:24 amNice quiet day. Raining outside for most of it. Fortunately I didn't have to go outside, so didn't care.
Must, really must, get my passport renewed. (I keep on forgetting.)
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Motion
If you are the amber mare,
I am the road of blood
If you are the first snow,
I am he who lights the hearth of dawn
If you are the tower of night,
I am the spike burning in your mind
If you are the morning tide,
I am the first bird's cry
If you are the basket of oranges,
I am the knife of the sun
If you are the stone altar,
I am the sacrilegious hand
If you are the sleeping land,
I am the green cane
If you are the wind's leap,
I am the buried fire
If you are the water's mouth,
I am the mouth of moss
If you are the forest of the clouds,
I am the axe that parts it
If you are the profaned city,
I am the rain of consecration
If you are the yellow mountain,
I am the red arms of lichen
If you are the rising sun,
I am the road of blood
-- Octavio Paz
Must, really must, get my passport renewed. (I keep on forgetting.)
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Motion
If you are the amber mare,
I am the road of blood
If you are the first snow,
I am he who lights the hearth of dawn
If you are the tower of night,
I am the spike burning in your mind
If you are the morning tide,
I am the first bird's cry
If you are the basket of oranges,
I am the knife of the sun
If you are the stone altar,
I am the sacrilegious hand
If you are the sleeping land,
I am the green cane
If you are the wind's leap,
I am the buried fire
If you are the water's mouth,
I am the mouth of moss
If you are the forest of the clouds,
I am the axe that parts it
If you are the profaned city,
I am the rain of consecration
If you are the yellow mountain,
I am the red arms of lichen
If you are the rising sun,
I am the road of blood
-- Octavio Paz