Hiroshi Yoshida, Twelve Scenes of Tokyo: Hirakawa Bridge, 1929  

The Bridge

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

Octavio Paz

Thank you, artemisdreaming.

Quote IconI sat at the foot of a huge tree, a statue of the night, and tried to make an inventory of all I had seen, heard, smelled, and felt: dizziness, horror, stupor, astonishment, joy, enthusiasm, nausea, inescapable attraction. What had attracted me? It was difficult to say: Human kind cannot bear much reality. Yes, the excess of reality had become an unreality, but that unreality had turned suddenly into a balcony from which I peered into - what? Into that which is beyond and still has no name…
Octavio Paz, In Light of India. With thanks to Whiskey River.
Quote IconPoetry is knowledge, salvation, power, abandonment. An operation capable of changing the world, poetic activity is revolutionary by nature; a spiritual exercise; it is a means of interior liberation. Poetry reveals this world; it creates another.
Octavio Paz, quoted in Bruce McEver’s essay “Poetry: A Bridge to the Sacred,” from the current winter issue: “Many Paths, One Truth.” (via parabola-magazine)