TRAWL BRIDGE STREET
Sun throughout the day, cold throughout the sun.
Nobody on the streets. Parked parks.
Still no snow but wind, wind,
a red tree burns in the chilled air.
Talking to it, I talk to you.
I am in a room abandoned by language.
You are in another identical room,
or we are both on a street your glance has depopulated.
The world imperceptibly comes apart.
Memory decayed beneath our feet.
I am stopped in the middle of this unwritten line.
~Octavio Paz~
Translation: Elliott Weinberger
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Nobody on the streets. Parked parks.
Still no snow but wind, wind,
a red tree burns in the chilled air.
Talking to it, I talk to you.
I am in a room abandoned by language.
You are in another identical room,
or we are both on a street your glance has depopulated.
The world imperceptibly comes apart.
Memory decayed beneath our feet.
I am stopped in the middle of this unwritten line.
~Octavio Paz~
Translation: Elliott Weinberger
Image Source
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