As One Listens to the Rain by Octavio Paz Essay

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As One Listens to the Rain by Octavio Paz

I am writing about Octavio Paz’s poem entitled, “As one Listens to the Rain,” I don’t know why I chose to write about this poem. I chose it mainly because I don’t know what it means but I like what it is saying. I guess you can interpret it in many ways. I asked a couple of my friends and they thought he was speaking to a woman, or speaking of life or even death. The part I like most about the poem are the contradictions used, for example in lines eleven through fourteen, “listen to me as one listens to the rain, / without listening, hear what I say / with eyes open inward, asleep / with all five senses awake,” I think the imagery of the poem is phenomenal, “your fingers of water dampen
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He describes her using nature and what is around him; the rain, the lightning, the waves, the air, the wet asphalt. I also like this piece because you understand what the speaker is feeling without even knowing by his description. After reading this poem I thought about how you actually listen to the rain, as he describes in line two, “not attentive, not distracted,” how you just kind of listen. You aren’t listening for it, but you still hear it and you still know it’s there. Also in lines thirteen and fourteen when he writes, “asleep / with all five senses awake,” almost like in a different state of mind or while dreaming; the way the time is described, “the day is still leaving, / the night has yet to arrive.” I think all these aspects of the poem help draw out the poem because you can picture it in your head, you can pull certain moments out of your life when you’ve felt this way or can relate to a certain line.

As One Listens to the Rain By Octavio Paz
Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, the day is still leaving, the night has yet to arrive, figurations of mist at the turn of the corner, figurations of time at the bend in this pause, listen to me as one listens to the rain, without listening, hear what I say with eyes open inward, asleep with all five senses awake, it's raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables, air and water,
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