The Other Tiger (Jorge Luis Borges Poems)
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight hereExalts the vast and busy LibraryAnd seems to set the bookshelves back in ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight hereExalts the vast and busy LibraryAnd seems to set the bookshelves back in ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,There must be one (which, I am not sure)That I by ...
In these red labyrinths of LondonI find that I have chosenthe strangest of all callings,save that, in its way, any ...
If I could live again my life,In the next - I'll try,- to make more mistakes,I won't try to be ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burdenof putting out of mind the biographyof a minor poet of the Southem Hemisphere,to ...
To gaze at a river made of time and waterAnd remember Time is another river.To know we stray like a ...
Oh destiny of Borgesto have sailed across the diverse seas of the worldor across that single and solitary sea of ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream?Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried,Almost for ...
Throughout the course of the generationsmen constructed the night.At first she was blindness;thorns raking bare feet,fear of wolves.We shall never ...
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, ...
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, ...
We are the time. We are the famousmetaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.We are the water, not the hard diamond,the one ...
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersedColors of dusk. It pleased her utterlyTo lose herself in the complex melodyOr ...
Free of memory and of hope,limitless, abstract, almost future,the dead man is not a dead man: he is death.Like the ...
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Mirrors are not more silentnor the creeping dawn more secretive;in the moonlight, you are that pantherwe catch sight of from ...
No quedar(Jorge Luis Borges)
When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly To lose herself in the ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is ...
Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried, ...
To gaze at a river made of time and water And remember Time is another river. To know we stray ...
If I could live again my life, In the next - I'll try, - to make more mistakes, I won't ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Oh destiny of Borges to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world or across that single and solitary ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
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