视，触
光 双手拥着
白色山峦与黑色橡树林，
前行的路，
停留的树；
光 是梦游的河旁
呼吸的石
光：一个女孩舒展，
一束暗色破晓。
光 勾勒出帘中微风的形状，
每时每刻造出一个鲜活的身体，
光著脚，踩著刀刃；
蹑入房间，又溜走；
光是镜中诞生的女人，
裸露在透明的叶底，
被目光锁定，
瞬间消逝；
它触摸著果实和无形，
眼睛在它的水罐饮著清晰，
火焰绽放如花，蜡烛目睹
黑翅的蝴蝶燃烧
光 展开被单的折皱
与青春期的皱痕
在壁炉里光芒焕发，它的火焰成影
在墙上攀爬，怀恋著长春藤
光 既不赦免也不谴责
无公平与不公平而言
光，用无法察觉的双手举起
对称的建筑；
光 在镜子的通道里逃遁
返回于光：
一只发明自己的手，
一只在自己的发明中
看到自己的眼。
光 是时间反射时间
Sight, Touch
Octavio Paz
Light holds between its hands
The white hill and black oaks,
The path that goes o,
The tree that stays;
Light is a stone that breathes
By the sleepwalking river,
Light: a girl stretching,
A dark bundle dawning;
Light shapes the breeze in the curtains,
Makes a living body from each hour,
Enters the room and slips out,
Barefoot, on the edge of a knife;
Light is born a woman in a mirror,
Naked under diaphanous leaves,
Chained by a look,
Dissolved in a wink;
It touches the fruit and the unbodied,
It is a pitcher from which the eye drinks clarities,
A flame cut in blossom, a candle watching
Where the blackwinged butterfly burns;
Light opens the folds of the sheets
And the creases of puberty,
Glows in the fireplace, its flame becomes shadows
That climb the walls, yearning ivy;
Light does not absolve or condemn,
Is neither just or unjust,
Light with impalpable hands raises
The buildings of symmetry;
Light escapes through a passage of mirrors
And returns to light:
Is a hand that invents itself,
An eye that sees itself in its own inventions.
Light is time reflecting on time
