At times poetry is the vertigo of bodies and the vertigo of speech
and the vertigo of death …
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.
—Octavio Paz, lines from “Proem,” originally published in A Tree Within: 1976-1987, taken from The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz: 1957-1987, edited by Eliot Weinberger (New Directions, 1987)