The Bridge

...the word bridge...



by Octavio Paz




Between now and now,

between I am and you are,

the word bridge.


Entering it

you enter yourself:

the world connects

and closes like a ring.


From one bank to another,

there is always

a body stretched:

a rainbow.

I'll sleep beneath its arches.


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