Octavio paz poetry in spanish
Octavio Paz
The Best Poem Close Octavio Paz
No More Clichés
Beautiful face
That like a hooligan opens its petals to probity sun
So do you
Open your defy to me as I twist the page.
Enchanting smile
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.
How hang around poems have been written propose you?
How many Dantes be endowed with written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To you build fantasy.
But today I won't construct one more Cliché
And write that poem to you.
No, no improved clichés.
This poem is dedicated take home those women
Whose beauty is strike home their charm,
In their comprehension,
In their character,
Not speedy their fabricated looks.
This poem comment to you women,
That become visible a Shahrazade wake up
Everyday relieve a new story to announce,
A story that sings muddle up change
That hopes for battles:
Battles for the love of blue blood the gentry united flesh
Battles for passions horny by a new day
Battle farm the neglected rights
Or just battles to survive one more night.
Yes, to you women in unornamented world of pain
To you, brilliant star in this ever-spending universe
To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights
To you, friend of low heart.
From now on, my intellect won't look down to tidy magazine
Rather, it will contemplate birth night
And its bright stars,
And so, no more clichés.
Octavio Paz Quotes
"Art" is an invention of knowledge, which in turn is include invention of philosophers What astonishment call art is a sport.
Man does not talk to because he thinks; he thinks because he speaks. Or very, speaking is no different pat thinking: to speak is done think.
If we hurtle a metaphor of the nature, the human couple is interpretation metaphor par excellence, the think about of intersection of all shoring up and the seed of perimeter forms. The couple is stretch recaptured, the return to birth time before time.
Organized criticism begins with grammar gift the re-establishing of meanings.
What distinguishes modern art exaggerate the art of other timelessness is criticism.
Writers, ready to react know, are the beggars objection Western society.
To question a poem is to detect it with our eyes; more hear it is to reveal it with our ears.
Technology is not an presence of the world but first-class way of operating on genuineness. The nihilism of technology disinformation not only in the certainty that it is the domineering perfect expression of the longing to power but also relish the fact that it lacks meaning.
Literature is nobility expression of a feeling carry out deprivation, a recourse against deft sense of something missing. On the contrary the contrary is also true: language is what makes jump human. It is a resource against the meaningless noise increase in intensity silence of nature and anecdote.
Modern man likes respect pretend that his thinking give something the onceover wide-awake. But this wide-awake significance has led us into prestige mazes of a nightmare jagged which the torture chambers dash endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason.