Poet- Octavio Paz

Today's poem is one of my favorites from Octavio Paz.  It it from a collection of poems called This Same Sky.

A Tree Within

A tree grew inside 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 flame.
                        Day breaks
in the body's night.
There, within, inside my head,
the tree speaks.
              Come closer--can you hear it?


This next poem is from his book Selected Poems.

Writing

I draw these letters
as the day draws its images
and blows over them
                              and does not return