History Of The Night (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
STOP, passenger! my story's brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o' grief, For Matthew ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
THERE'S Death in the cup, so beware! Nay, more-there is danger in touching; But who can avoid the fell snare, ...
GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light; Gude ale and bratdy's ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the ...
MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done Supernal Will ! I ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
My spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way. My emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine-- just a lightbulb and a potbelly, ...
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. they'll find ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories