Árbol adentro – Octavio Paz

Creció en mi frente un árbol.
Creció hacia dentro.
Sus raíces son venas,
nervios sus ramas,
sus confusos follajes pensamientos.
Tus miradas lo encienden
y sus frutos de sombras
son naranjas de sangre,
son granadas de lumbre.
Amanece
en la noche del cuerpo.
Allá adentro, en mi frente,
el árbol habla.
Acércate, ¿lo oyes?

https://miralibro.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/ppll16_17_octavio_paz_27.pdf

 

A tree grew within my head.
A tree grew in.
Its roots are veins,
Its branches nerves,
Thoughts its tangled foliage.
Your glance sets it on fire,
And its fruits of shade
Are blood oranges
And pomegranates of the flame.
Day breaks
In the body’s night.
There, within, inside my head,
The tree speaks,
Come closer – can you hear it?

http://www.angelfire.com/on/flykites/Poems.html

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