The battlements of Mars no longer yield To him whom choiring angels now inspire; And from another light (and age) entire Those eyes look down that viewed the battlefield. Your hand is on the metal of your sword. And through the green shires war stalks on his way; They wait beyond that gloom with England still, [...]
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On the Effigy of a Captain in Cromwell’s Armies :: J. L. Borges
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The Rain :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on January 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The afternoon grows light because at last Abruptly a minutely shredded rain Is falling, or it fell. For once again Rain is something happening in the past. Whoever hears it fall has brought to mind Time when by a sudden lucky chance A flower called “rose” was open to his glance And the curious color [...]
Elvira de Alvear :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on January 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
All things she possessed and slowly All things left her. We have seen her Armed with loveliness. The morning And the strenuous midday showed her, At her summit, the handsome kingdoms Of the earth. The afternoon was clouding them. The friendly stars (the infinite And ubiquitous mesh of causes) granted her That wealth which annuls [...]
The Game of Chess :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on January 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I In their grave corner, the players Deploy the slow pieces. And the chessboard Detains them until dawn in its severe Compass in which two colors hate each other. Within it the shapes give off a magic Strength: Homeric tower, and nimble Horse, a fighting queen, a backward king, A bishop on the bias, and [...]
The Hourglass :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on January 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It is well that time can be measured With the harsh shadow a column in summer Casts, or the water of that river In which Heraclitus saw our folly, Since both to time and destiny The two seem alike: the unweighable daytime Shadow, and the irrevocable course Of water following its own path. It is [...]
Poem about Gifts :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on January 6, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Let none think that I by tear or reproach make light Of this manifesting the mastery Of God, who with excelling irony Gives me at once both books and night. In this city of books he made these eyes The sightless rulers who can only read, In libraries of dreams, the pointless Paragraphs each new [...]
On Rigor in Science :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges on December 11, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Museum Φ . . . In that Empire, the Art of Cartography reached such Perfection that the map of one Province alone took up the whole of a City, and the map of the empire, the whole of a Province. In time, those Unconscionable Maps did not satisfy and the Colleges of Cartographers set up [...]
The Magnanimous Enemy :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on December 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Museum Φ Magnus Barfod, in the year 1102, undertook the general conquest of the kingdoms of Ireland; it is said that on the eve of his death he received this greeting from Muirchertach, king in Dublin: May gold and the storm fight along with you in your armies, Magnus Barfod. Tomorrow, in the fields of [...]
Limits :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Add new tag, Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on December 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Museum Φ There is a line in Verlaine I shall not recall again, There is a street close by forbidden to my feet, There’s a mirror that’s seen me for the very last time, There is a door that I have locked till the end of the world. Among the books in my library (I [...]
Quatrain :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on December 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Museum Φ Others died, but it happened in the past, The season (as all men know) most favorable for death. Is it possible that I, subject of Yaqub Almansur, Must die as roses had to die and Aristotle? From Divan of Almoqtadir El Magrebi (12th century) [From Dreamtigers, by Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Harold [...]
The Regret of Heraclitus :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borge, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on December 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Museum Φ I, who have been so many men, have never been The one in whose embrace Matilde Urbach swooned. Gaspar Camerarius, in Deliciae poetarum Borussiae, VII, 16 [From Dreamtigers, by Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Harold Morland]
Dreamtigers Epiloge :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Short Prose, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on December 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
God grant that the essential monotony of this miscellany (which time has compiled – not I -and which admits past pieces that I have not dared to revise, because I wrote them with a different concept of literature) be less evident than the geographical and historical diversity of its themes. Of all the books I [...]
The Poet Declares His Renown :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry on December 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Museum Φ The circle of the sky metes out my glory, The libraries of the East contend for my poems, Emirs seek me out to fill my mouth with gold, Angels already know by heart my latest ghazal. My working tools are humiliation and an anguish; Would to God I’d been stillborn. From the Divan [...]
Susana Soca :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Literature, Poetry on September 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
With slow love she looked at the scattered Colors of afternoon. It pleased her To lose herself in intricate melody Or in the curious life of verses. Not elemental red but the grays Spun her delicate destiny, Fashioned to discriminate and exercised In vacillation and in blended tints. Without venturing to tread this perplexing Labyrinth, [...]
Parable of the Palace :: J. L. Borges
Posted in Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges, Short Prose, tagged Borges, Dreamtigers, El Hacedor, Jorge Luis Borges, Literature, Short Story, The Maker on September 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
That day, the Yellow Emperor showed the poet his palace. They left behind, in long succession, the first terraces on the west which descend, like the steps of an almost measureless amphitheater, to a paradise or garden whose metal mirrors and intricate juniper hedges already prefigured the labyrinth. They lost themselves in it, gaily at [...]
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