memo to self

[incandescens]

Nice 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

Comments

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Mmmm... lovely poem... and good to have those quiet rainy days for inside work.

[incandescens]

Yes, and yes. :)

[flit.livejournal.com]

I adore that poem....

[incandescens]

It's gorgeous, yes.