[412] There is a motionless tree

Guest poem submitted by Aseem Kaul, <aseem_k@>:

There is a motionless tree
there is another that moves forward
		a river of trees
pounds at my chest
		The green swell
of good fortune

You are dressed in red
		you are
the seal of the burning year
carnal firebrand
		star of fruit
I eat the sun in you

		The hour rests
on a chasm of clarities

The birds are a handful of shadows
their beaks build the night
their wings sustain the day

Rooted at the light's peak
between stability and vertigo
		you are
	the diaphanous balance.

	-- Octavio Paz

Can't really do analysis but:

What I really love about Paz is the breathless dizziness of his writing - the
way images seem to break from the poem like sudden birds of feeling from lines
tangled like branches, and the way a single line can draw you in, involve you
leave you with this terrible longing to hold on to something you never quite
had. I picked this particular poem 'cos I think it's a good example, but really,
there's so much in Paz that is this brilliant.

Aseem Kaul.