There is a motionless tree -- Octavio Paz

Guest poem submitted by Aseem Kaul:

(Poem #412) There is a motionless tree There is a motionless tree there is another that moves forward a river of trees pounds at my chest The green swell of good fortune You are dressed in red you are the seal of the burning year carnal firebrand star of fruit I eat the sun in you The hour rests on a chasm of clarities The birds are a handful of shadows their beaks build the night their wings sustain the day Rooted at the light's peak between stability and vertigo you are the diaphanous balance. -- Octavio Paz

Can't really do analysis but:

What I really love about Paz is the breathless dizziness of his writing - the
way images seem to break from the poem like sudden birds of feeling from lines
tangled like branches, and the way a single line can draw you in, involve you
leave you with this terrible longing to hold on to something you never quite
had. I picked this particular poem 'cos I think it's a good example, but really,
there's so much in Paz that is this brilliant.

Aseem Kaul.