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Two poems by Octavio Paz, who writes gorgeously.

Cloudburst

The rain...
Eyes of shadow-water
eyes of well-water
eyes of dream-water.
Blue suns, green whirlwinds,
birdbeaks of light pecking open
pomegranate stars.
But tell me, burnt earth,
is there no water?
Only blood, only dust,
only naked footsteps on the thorns?

The rain awakens...
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Words are something I wouldn't want to lose.

Three L's

1. Limacine (adj, LIH-muh-seen): of, relatating to, or remembling a slug.
2. Limn (verb, LIM): [literary] 1. to represent in painting or words. 2. to suffuse or highlight with bright color or light (from L. luminare, "to make light")
3. Logomachy (noun, lo-GAH-muh-kee): [rare] 1. an argument about ( Read more... )