Octavio Paz. Junio ****           Bajo del cielo fiel              Junio corría          arrastrando en sus aguas dulces fechas...

Llegas de nuevo, río transparente, todo cielo y verdor, nubes pasmadas, lluvias o cabelleras desatadas, plenitud, ola inmóvil y fluente.

Tu luz moja una fecha adolescente: rozan las manos formas vislumbradas, los labios besan sombras ya besadas, los ojos ven, el corazón presiente.

¡Hora de eternidad, toda presencia, el tiempo en ti se colma y desemboca y todo cobra ser, hasta la ausencia!

El corazón presiente y se incorpora, mentida plenitud que nadie toca: hoy es ayer y es siempre y es deshora. #poem

how nobly it raises our conceit of the mighty, misty monster, to behold him solemnly sailing through a calm tropical sea; his vast, mild head overhung by a canopy of vapor, engendered by his incommunicable contemplations, and that vapor—as you will sometimes see it—glorified by a rainbow, as if Heaven itself had put its seal upon his thoughts. For, d’ye see, rainbows do not visit the clear air; they only irradiate vapor. And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray. And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with equal eye.

—Hermann Melville, Moby Dick On the nature of the Rainbow from the whale's spout #poems