Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poetry: Escrito con Tinta Verde

This week I read a poem by Mexican Nobel winner Octavio Paz. Since I couldn't take it out of my head, I created an image that goes with it. The second image is more dreamy... but then, I altered it by using a filter.





Escrito con tinta verde

Octavio Paz

La tinta verde crea jardines, selvas, prados,
follajes donde cantan las letras,
palabras que son árboles,
frases que son verdes constelaciones.

Deja que mis palabras, oh blanca, desciendan y te cubran
como una lluvia de hojas a un campo de nieve,
como la yedra a la estatua,
como la tinta a esta página.

Brazos, cintura, cuello, senos,
la frente pura como el mar,
la nuca de bosque en otoño,
los dientes que muerden una brizna de yerba.

Tu cuerpo se constela de signos verdes
como el cuerpo del árbol de renuevos.
No te importe tanta pequeña cicatriz luminosa:
mira al cielo y su verde tatuaje de estrellas.



Written in green ink
Octavio Paz

Green ink makes garden, forest, fields,
trees full of leaves where letters sing,
words that are trees,
phrases appearing as green constellations.

Permit my words' descent cover your whiteness
like a rain of leaves on a field of snow,
like ivy on the statue,
ink on this page.

Arms, waist, neck, breasts,
forehead pure as the sea,
a neck of forests in the fall,
teeth biting a blade of grass.

Your body is constellated in green images
like a tree's body, covered with green shoots.
Never mind the scar, little and luminous:
look up at the sky and its green tattoo of stars.



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