Sunburst

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Sunburst

“I have slept the dreams of the stone that never dreams

and deep among the dreams of years like stones

have heard the singing of my imprisoned blood,

with a premonition of light the sea sang,

and one by one the barriers give way,

all of the gates have fallen to decay,

the sun has forced an entrance through my forehead,

has opened my eyelids at last that were kept closed,

unfastened my being of its swaddling clothes,

has rooted me out of my self, and separated

me from my animal sleep centuries of stone

and the magic of reflections resurrects

willow of crystal, a poplar of water,

a pillar of fountain by the wind drawn over,

tree that is firmly rooted and that dances,

turning course of a river that goes curving,

advances and retreats, goes roundabout,

arriving forever:”

Octavio Paz