Wind and
Water and Stone
The water
hollowed the stone,
the wind dispersed the water,
the stone stopped the
wind.
Water and wind and stone.
The wind
sculpted the stone,
the stone is a cup of water,
The water runs off and is
wind.
Stone and wind and water.
The wind
sings in its turnings,
the water murmurs as it goes,
the motionless stone
is quiet.
Wind and water and stone.
One is
the other and is neither:
among their empty names
they pass and
disappear,
water and stone and wind.
~ Octavio Paz ~
(Translated by Mark
Strand, The Collected
Poems of Octavio Paz, 1957-1987)
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