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Cara Delevingne in WonderLand: Beautiful, Weird & Wild

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Proem     
by Octavio Paz 
translated by Eliot Weinberger  


   At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech and the vertigo of death;
   the walk with eyes closed along the edge of the cliff, and the verbena in submarine gardens;
   the laughter that sets on fire the rules and the holy commandments;
   the descent of parachuting words onto the sands of the page;
   the despair that boards a paper boat and crosses,
   for forty nights and forty days, the night-sorrow sea and the day-sorrow desert;
   the idolatry of the self and the desecration of the self and the dissipation of the self;
   the beheading of epithets, the burial of mirrors;    the recollection of pronouns freshly cut in the garden of 

Epicurus, and the garden of Netzahualcoyotl;
   the flute solo on the terrace of memory and the dance of flames in the cave of thought;
   the migrations of millions of verbs, wings and claws, seeds and hands;
   the nouns, bony and full of roots, planted on the waves of language;
   the love unseen and the love unheard and the love unsaid: the love in love.

Syllables seeds.


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