"Syllables:
                    they ripen in the mind,
flower in the mouth.
                                     Their roots
drink night, eat light.
                                     Languages:
trees incandescent
with leaves of rain.

Lightning vegetation,
geometries of echoes:
on a sheet of paper
the poem builds itself
                                     as the day
on the palm of space."


Octavio Paz, from "The Daily Fire"