I hear you throb in the shadow a riddle shaped like an hour-glass woman asleep… Octavio Paz
The great poems of
our elders in many
tongues we struggled
to comprehend who
are now content with
mystery simple
and profound you
in the night your
breath your body
orbit of time and
the moment you
Phosphorus and
Hesper dark circle
of fertility so
bloodthirsty for us
you the world in
the night breathing
asleep alive.
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