[MD] chasing ghosts

[Marsha]

  TOMB OF THE POET by Octavio Paz 

 
The book
             the glass
the green obscurely a stalk    
                                    the record
sleeping beauty in her bed of music
the things drowned in their names
to say them with the eyes
                                    in a beyond I coannot tell where
nail them down
                                    lamp pencil portrait
this that I see
                            to nail it down
like a living temple
                                    plant it
like a tree
                    a god
crown it 
                   with a name
                                    immortal
derisible crown of thorns
                                        Speech!

The stalk and its imminent flower
                                                sun-sex-sun
the flower without shadow 
                                        the word
opens
        in a beyond without where
immaculate extension
transparaency which sustains things
fallen
         raised up
by the glance
                    held
                            in a reflection

Bundle of worlds
                            instants
glowing bunches
moving forests of stars
wandering syllables
                                tide
all the times of time
                                TO BE
a second's fraction
                               lamp pencil portrait
in a here I cannot tell where

                                            A name
begins
            seize on it, plant, say it
like a wood that thinks
                                    flesh it
A lineage begins
                        in a name
an adam
            like a living temple  
name without shadow      
                                nailed
like a god
            in this here-without-where
Speech!

        I cease in its beginning
in this that I say
                        I cease

TO BE
            shadow of an instantaneous name

I SHALL NEVER KNOW MY BOND'S UNDOING