CONCERT IN THE GARDEN

by Octavio Paz

It rained.
The hour is an enormous eye.
Inside it, we come and go like reflections.
The river of music.
Enters my blood.
If I say body, it answers wind.
If I say earth, it answers where.

The world, a double blossom, opens:
Sadness of having come.
Joy of being here.

I walk lost in my own center.