Coda by Octavio Paz
Yesterday afternoon you said: I’m exasperated; you are in love with everything. Clarification, I said. Was it everything or every thing?
You sighed loudly, and shouted back at me while you walked away: You’re not listening! Do you want to die because of a broken heart?
Perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
To learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.
It planted a tree.
because you shake its leaves.
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