Young Writers Society

So I'm supposed to be doing my paper for Latin American Literature class right now, but I thought this short poem by Octavio Paz was worth sharing. Translated, it reads:

He tried to sing, sing
to forget
his real life of lies
and remember
his lying life of truths.

Discuss.

I love this particularly because of its minimalist stroke on telling a story. The only quirk I have with this particular poem is that it feels like an ending to either an anthology or a larger poem in itself.