Jorge Luis Borges: Poetry Poem Text

Jorge Luis Borges: Poetry Poem Text

Limits (Excerpt)

Of these streets that deepen the sunset,

There must be one (but which) that I’ve walked

Already one last time, indifferently

And without knowing it, submitting

(...)

At dawn I seem to hear a turbulent

Murmur of multitudes who slip away;

All who have loved me and forgotten;

Space, time and Borges now leaving me.

A Milionga for Manuel Flores (Excerpt)

Manuel Flores is going to die,

That’s ‘on the money’;

Dying is a habit

That’s well-known to many.

Even so it grieves me

To say adiós to being,

That thing so familiar,

So sweet and enduring.

Elegy for a Park (excerpt)

The labyrinth is lost. Lost too

all those lines of eucalyptus,

the summer awnings and the vigil

of the incessant mirror, repeating

the expression of every human face,

everything fleeting. The stopped

clock, the tangled honeysuckle,

the arbour, the frivolous statues,

the other side of evening, the trills,

the mirador and the idle fountain

are things of the past. Of the past?

- Jorge Luis Borges

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