As One Listens To The Rain by Octavio Paz
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As One Listens To The Rain by Octavio Paz

by HauntedHead

 

>Listen to me as one listens to the rain,

>not attentive, not distracted,

>light footsteps, thin drizzle,

>water that is air, air that is time,

>the day is still leaving,

>the night has yet to arrive,

>figurations of mist

>at the turn of the corner,

>figurations of time

>at the bend in this pause,

>listen to me as one listens to the rain,

>without listening, hear what I say

>with eyes open inward, asleep

>with all five senses awake,

>it’s raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables,

>air and water, words with no weight:

>what we are and are,

>the days and years, this moment,

>weightless time and heavy sorrow,

>listen to me as one listens to the rain,

>wet asphalt is shining,

>steam rises and walks away,

>night unfolds and looks at me,

>you are you and your body of steam,

>you and your face of night,

>you and your hair, unhurried lightning,

>you cross the street and enter my forehead,

>footsteps of water across my eyes,

>listen to me as one listens to the rain,

>the asphalt’s shining, you cross the street,

>it is the mist, wandering in the night,

>it is the night, asleep in your bed,

>it is the surge of waves in your breath,

>your fingers of water dampen my forehead,

>your fingers of flame burn my eyes,

>your fingers of air open eyelids of time,

>a spring of visions and resurrections,

>listen to me as one listens to the rain,

>the years go by, the moments return,

>do you hear the footsteps in the next room?

>not here, not there: you hear them

>in another time that is now,

>listen to the footsteps of time,

>inventor of places with no weight, nowhere,

>listen to the rain running over the terrace,

>the night is now more night in the grove,

>lightning has nestled among the leaves,

>a restless garden adrift–go in,

>your shadow covers this page.

 

—trans. Eliot Weinberger

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