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January First

Window with baubles | edge of evening

The year’s doors open

like those of language,

toward the unknown.

Last night you told me:

                                              tomorrow

we shall have to think up signs,

sketch a landscape, fabricate a plan

on the double page

of day and  paper.

Tomorrow, we shall have to invent,

once more,

the reality of this world.
from ‘January First’ by Octavio Paz, translated by Elizabeth Bishop with the author

 

Sketch a landscape, fabricate a plan. Here’s a blank page for the filling. Let’s go toward the unknown.

Happy New Year! x

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