Elegy by Jorge Luis Borges


Oh destiny of Borges
to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world
or across that single and solitary sea of diverse
to have been a part of Edinburgh, of Zurich, of the
two Cordobas,
of Colombia and of Texas,
to have returned at the end of changing generations
to the ancient lands of his forebears,
to Andalucia, to Portugal and to those counties
where the Saxon warred with the Dane and they
mixed their blood,
to have wandered through the red and tranquil
labyrinth of London,
to have grown old in so many mirrors,
to have sought in vain the marble gaze of the statues,
to have questioned lithographs, encyclopedias,
to have seen the things that men see,
death, the sluggish dawn, the plains,
and the delicate stars,
and to have seen nothing, or almost nothing
except the face of a girl from Buenos Aires
a face that does not want you to remember it.
Oh destiny of Borges,
perhaps no stranger than your own

Jorge Luis Borges

Jorge Luis Borges
Born: 24 August 1899, Buenos Aries, Argentina
Nationality: Argentine
Died: 14 June 1986, Geneva, Switzerland

Borges was a short-story writer, poet, essayist, and translator. A key figure in Spanish-language literature he is best known for his books Ficiones and El Aleph, both published in the 1940s, Borges’ works have contributed to philosophical literature and the fantasy genre and are considered to mark the beginning of the Magic Realist movement in 20th century Latin American literature

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