Octavio Paz

There is a motionless tree

there is another that moves forward

a river of trees pounds at my chest

The green swell of good fortune
You are dressed in red

you are the seal of the burning year

carnal fire brand star of fruit

I eat the sun in you
The hour rests on a chasm of clarities
The birds are a handful of shadows

their beaks build the night

their wings sustain the day
Rooted at the light's peak

between stability and vertigo

you are the

diaphanous balance.