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“El poeta no escoge sus palabras. Cuando se dice que un poeta busca su lenguaje, no quiere decirse que ande por bibliotecas o mercados recogiendo giros antiguos y nuevos, sino que, indeciso, vacila entre las palabras que realmente le pertenecen, que están en él desde el principio, y las otras aprendidas en los libros o en la calle. Cuando un poeta encuentra su palabra, la reconoce: ya estaba en él. Y él ya estaba en ella. La palabra del poeta se confunde con su ser mismo. Él es su palabra. En el momento de la creación, aflora a la conciencia la parte más secreta de nosotros mismos. La creación consiste en un sacar a luz ciertas palabras inseparables de nuestro ser.” El Arco y la Lira”

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Octavio Paz
Octavio Paz

Octavio Paz (March 31, 1914 - April 19, 1998) was a renowned Mexican poet, essayist, and diplomat. He is considered one of the greatest Spanish-language poets of the 20th century, known for his unique poetic style and profound intellectual depth. more

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