Amulet - pg. 63

And then I kept quiet while they went on badmouthing the poets of Mexico, the ones they were going to blow out of the water, and I thought about the dead poets, like Dario and Huidobro, and about all the encounters that never occurred. The truth is that our history is full of encounters that never occurred. We didn't have our Pound or our Yeats; we had Huidobro and Dario instead. We had what we had.

... Clay...

Glory, O Mighty One whom the shadows fear!
May the whitest turtledoves immolate you!
Since because of you the forest is in the pollen
and thought in the sacred semen!
Glory, O Sublime One who is existence,
because of whom there are always futures in the eternal uterus!
Your mouth tastes of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge,
and when you wrung out your hair you extinguished hell!

In Autumn

Eros, Vita, Lumen

In the pallid afternoons
clouds roam tranquil
in the blue; on their burning hands
they rest their pensive heads.
Ah, the sighs! Ah, the sweet dreams!
Ah, the intimate sorrows!
Ah, the gold dust floating in the air,
behind those tremulous waves
the damp and tender eyes exchange looks,
the mouths inundated with smiles,
the frizzy hair
and the caress of rosy fingers!

The Savage Detectives - pg. 72

Ernesto San Epifanio had said that all literature could be classified as heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual. Novels, in general, were heterosexual, whereas poetry was completely homosexual; I guess short stories were bisexual, although he didn't say so.
Within the vast ocean of poetry he identified various currents: faggots, queers, sissies, freaks, butchers, fairies, nymphs, and philenes. But the two major currents were faggots and queers. Walt Whitman, for example, was a faggot poet. Pablo Neruda, a queer. William Blake was definitely a faggot. Octavio Paz was a queer. Borges was a philene, or in other words he might be a faggot one minute and simply asexual the next. Ruben Dario was a freak, in fact, the queen freak, the prototypical freak..... Freaks, according to San Epifanio, were closer to madhouse flamboyance and naked halucination, while faggots and queers wandered in stagger-step from ethics to aesthetics and back again.