Remorse For Any Death
Free of memory and of hope,
limitless, abstract, almost future,
the dead man is not a dead man: he is death.
Like the God of the mystics,
of Whom anything that could be said must be denied,
the dead one, alien everywhere,
is but the ruin and absence of the world.
We rob him of everything,
we leave him not so much as a color or syllable:
here, the courtyard which his eyes no longer see,
there, the sidewalk where his hope lay in wait.
Even what we are thinking,
he could be thinking;
we have divvied up like thieves
the booty of nights and days.
Jorge Luis Borges
Born: 24 August 1899, Buenos Aries, Argentina
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.