Author Octavio Paz Between now and now, between I am and you are, the word bridge. Entering it you enter yourself: the world connects adn closes like a ring. From one bank to another, there is always a body stretched: a rainbow. I'll sleep beneath its arches. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments