An excerpt from the blog
I go to a friend's wedding website. There's a beautiful poem about love from Octavio Paz:
coda
perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
to learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden in the fable.
to learn to see.
your glance scattered seeds.
it planted a tree.
i talk
because you shake its leaves.
I decide that where the rest of my life is concerned, whenever that begins, I want nothing more than powerful, can't-live-without-each-other love, the kind that makes you cry tears of joy, makes you smile in a way generally reserved for special occasions.
It just makes me like everyone else in New York who is
heartbroken
eternally hopeful
loving
lying
balancing impulse and yearning
fucked up but doing the best they can.
coda
perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
to learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden in the fable.
to learn to see.
your glance scattered seeds.
it planted a tree.
i talk
because you shake its leaves.
I decide that where the rest of my life is concerned, whenever that begins, I want nothing more than powerful, can't-live-without-each-other love, the kind that makes you cry tears of joy, makes you smile in a way generally reserved for special occasions.
It just makes me like everyone else in New York who is
heartbroken
eternally hopeful
loving
lying
balancing impulse and yearning
fucked up but doing the best they can.